Writing

How much more wonderful is writing
The words sprout on the page
When you do it in a passion
Perhaps even in a rage
How much more magical is writing
When your plot comes unbidden
You see the story that will be
The horse never been ridden
How much more lovely is writing
When in an ecstasy of joy
You write with all the purpleness
And frills you can employ
How much more fulfilling is  writing
When done in careful love
When everything poured on the page
Can give your mind a shove
And MAKE it to imagine
All the things that you describe
And MAKE it to believe
All the words that you now scribe