I took the prompt to free write with “We write because we must” in mind.
Here it is:
We Write Because We Must
Tell our story
Output of senses
And soul
Formulate words to express
A thought a feeling
To be a voice in the wilderness
Keening, the sounds
Travel like beacons
To ears attuned to receive them
To huddle on cold nights near the flame
And share the secrets of the universe
On paper
Our pens like wands
Pouring forth sparkles
And lightning
Scrolling vivid images
Dance across the page
Dark caves with glowing red eyes
Small spaces where figures curl
And shiver
Tinkling bells in the breeze
Companions all
Holding a world of feelings inside
But wise enough to know to share some
So the top doesn’t blow off of the teapot
A world of delicate sensitivities*
And raging compulsions*
No way to turn off the valve of pouring emotions
A driving need to contain them on the page
While all the while the words buck and jump
From it, held tenuously by some unwritten
Law of gravity.
*a nod to the Pearl S Buck quote
Tao Talk 
Beautiful
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thank you
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So many beautiful combinations of words in this one. Both deep and calm, I love it.
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thank you, Angela!
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I love it! Fantastic imagery!
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thank you!
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You had me at, “To be a voice in the wilderness” lovely poem. Thanks for sharing!
Peace,
Morgan
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Glad you liked it, Morgan!
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“No way to turn off the valve of emotions” – absolutely! Love it!
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thank you!
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