I can only write when the flavour hits me
The stench
The fragrance
Of thier mingling
Of creative impulse
Of empathy
What else can I do
But write what moves me to what I wrote?
And some will say when will the old flavour come back? And some will say too much salt or too much sugar
Or the sacrinne is too palpable
Bit by bit
key note by key note
Ill strike that chord that will bring you back
Or maybe I won't.
Good to hear it come from
Good to hear it come from others as well, manufactured flavours are quite a challenge to deal with but ones that are birthed and compels us are the authentic flavours that seek to break into poetic light. Let it shine bright!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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