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Using A Question To Launch A Poem

The URGE to WRITE Poem









This poem began with the words, 'I write' and grew from there.

 I asked myself about my personal motivation to write. A voice in my head said, 'Okay Alan, why do you write?'

 It is a way to reveal much of what you know about yourself and the repetition helps maintain the writing focus


I WRITE

I write in the early morning light
I write at night when the house falls quiet
I write when the urge is too great to ignore
I write when I have the need to understand
I write to record the events of my fortunate life
I write because I am curious
I write poetry to capture rainbows in a jar
I write wearing my favourite jeans because I want to feel comfortable and relaxed
I write to entertain myself
I write to sort out my confusion
I write when I am angry or annoyed
I write because it fulfills a need within me to communicate my ideas.
I write using my computer
I write scribbled thoughts and ideas on scraps of paper.
I write with gel black pens 
I write to explain myself
I write in a variety of styles
I write with a window nearby so that I can always see the world outside
I write with music playing
I write surrounded by silence
I write in cafes
I write in airports
I write when I won’t be bothered by interruptions
I write daily notebook entries
I write song lyrics
I write knowing that I will rewrite later
I write because I need to plot my journey
I write for me
I write for an audience
I write as often as time will permit
I write using time I have stolen
I write to feel satisfied
I write

Alan j Wright

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