A Writers Inner Sea

Daily we prepare the ship by setting the mast,
Opening the sails and preparing the nets to cast.

We push ourselves into the cold & mysterious sea,
And tread the water until the winds inter-dependency.

Each paddle stroke strengthens our art form,
Allowing motion and rhythm to become the norm.

Soon the clouds part for the sun to brighten the way;
Enhancing the desire to plunge further out into the bay.

Then you notice the gentle breeze upon your face,
How the sails lift & open to quicken your pace.

You are no longer alone in your sea voyage quest,
But trust in the oceans deep to keep you abreast.

Thus is the way of the writer who readies his vessel,
And continues to divine with the forces he must wrestle.

By Jason Youngman
Summer of 2017

About Philosopher Muse

An explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.
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