No. . . that kind of writing will not do for right now.  I want to enjoy the almost sensual pleasure of making the pencil move as it fills the page with it’s uniform flowing of strategic lines and curves.  Truly the design of an architect.  A monument to the power and creativity of the human brain.

Expression and inspiration combined with need and creativity.  Inspiration and empathy create individual images of a shared theme. Regardless of our sex, race, color or creed.  The universal level of understanding that leads to solid relationships among us all.

I have always loved to leave my own lines of soldiers, marching across an empty page.   From the times as a child that I played school and “did my homework” to this moment.  The feel of a pencil as it passes along the page is sensual.  Spreading to the most intimate areas of self.  Filling the need to create, shape and leave behind a portion of yourself.  To leave a mark in time, for eternity.  A means to become immortal.

A celebration for those who love the beauty of cemetery and the grace found on the printed page.  No matter the script nor its design.  An easy retrieval of a special memory that has the ability to share the emotion, scope and depth of the writer.  To blend and harmonize the mutual understanding of two individuals to two billion individuals is a mighty power.  I savor the ability to enjoy a portion of that power!  My words…. An extension of my emotions and thoughts that can touch and draw out some of the same feelings to you and many others is intoxicating.  To be able to direct and influence so many is incredibly deep.  A profound effect on my soul and its comfort in this manifestation in this lifetime.  An inspiration to me and others for many lifetimes yet to come.  All this from a simple and amateurish poet. 

What kind of profound emotions must posses the lawmakers and novelist?  What power!  It must be glorious!  My individual realities pointing out our innate sameness.  Amazing! 

Thus I engage in the thrilling and sensual ability to create.  Leaving my small realizations and glimpses reality through the eternal vale of ignorance.  Bringing a small parcel of my truth to another when needed.

-Sue Maddox
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