Fermented

Some days I think of the writing process

Like fermenting

The words of my poem will dance off my pen

Incredible release

Until one moment

I've used it all up

And it stops

And when I try to write

It's not bad

But it's week

Think of espresso

Compared to tea

But then, when I let all those ideas ferment.

Then they come bursting out

Like a tightly sealed jar 

Filled with carbonation

Shook to the brim until things are bursting. 

Sometimes hiatuses are good

Sometimes taking a break from forcing words on a page,

Lets me put better words on a page.

More refined,

well done.

Something I could spit out

Pouring

Overflowing

Until I am empty

With words to ferment again. 

6/20/2015

Riley Welch