an ode to my dear, writing

not in the tangible ‘squeeze the shit out of my

notebook’ way

but in a ‘warm, fluttery sparks pop out of my head

and mingle with stardust’ kind of love

you are my constant companion

always willing to go anywhere at any time —

some places, stranger than others…

yet always willing, always eager,

you greet my pen

paper

keyboard

notes app

paper scrap

notebook

with gushes of love – there you are!

and

when I hear the sound of your wings

aflutter,

like a sweet butterfly resting on my shoulder,

it is with wonderment

I invite you

in

xoxo L.S.

Photo was taken in the Alexander Woollcott Suite in the Algonquin Hotel, an elegantly beautiful hotel, seemingly from another time…

Writing prompt was courtesy of Beth Kempton: #meetthewriter day 11: ODE: “If you had to write an ode to writing, what would you say?” That’s ☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼 what I said. ☺️