Writers’ Circle
by Amber Harvey
Papers, notebooks, laptops
Cast nets
To capture thoughts
that swim
in the
rivers of our souls
But not all.
Our souls’ divers spiral downward
into a maelstrom
Where image, feeling, story,
like cells
in primeval mud
Attire themselves in life
and become
language
Then all spiral upward
through a vortex
where
meaning
is caught
and held
Letters form words
Words form phrases
To wrap and hold the meaning
in
booklets, pages and laptops
Beyond the bounds
of books,
papers and laptops,
Swim the thoughts
that
can’t be captured.
