When the Words Arrive First
Sometimes I write with intention, analyze my thoughts then write it on paper. Other times, I find myself writing words before I even know what they mean.
Why would the mind choose the word before even understanding the meaning?
Is this subconscious pattern recognition..
Intuition..
Simply creativity..
Or is there something spiritual happening beneath our awareness?
The poem below was written without filtering or consciously editing.
I’m curious what others see in it.
Naturally volatile
Rhythmic cruelty
Embellishing whispers
Steam for two
Bring me the white wine
No bring me the red
My stomach is twisted
I’ve got knots on my head
Tinkering time bombs
Lassos and such
Keep me at your touch
Vigorous fools
Gasping for air
Keep me aloof
As I rot in the loo
Ravishing contour
Would you hand me the spare
Washing in scum buckets
Does this make me rare?
- Ray 🤍🕊️