Inkspeak Live: Set Sail by Rory Coward

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Set Sail

Writers’ pens are kissing the paper,

Gliding across the page,

Momentum is in the ascension,

Words billow in the writers’ sails.

Ideas appear from nowhere,

Gifting the writer the speed

To crash on through writer’s block waves

Giving the page what it needs.

And you aim your pens at the horizon,

Fingers flash on the Querty machine, and

Lest your inspiration fails,

Set sail!

Set sail!

Set sail!

Inspiration is thus a strange factor

That urges the pick of pens

Or to rattle away

Intense all day

At the keyboard that suffers no rest, then,

Many different ways to inspire,

Until an idea opens your door,

With catalysts,

To add to your lists

That urge you to write even more.

And the pens are aimed at the horizon,

Fingers flash on the Querty machine, and,

Lest your inspiration fails,

Set sail!

Set sail!

Set sail!

The writer’s sails can entangle,

Sea lashes fully, on the face,

Stinging salt spray, tries to strangle,

As real life gets in the way.

So, sometimes, a writer can stall,

Sailing into a battering storm,

Beaten back by galesĀ and squalls

Abandon ship! Can be the call.

So you aim your pens at the horizon,

Fingers flash on the Querty machine, and

Lest your inspiration fails,

Set sail!

Set sail!

Set sail!

By sleepy lagoons drop your anchor,

Or seek a calm inlet to dock,

Somewhere to carry on scribbling

Without needing to stare at a clock.

Keep all your rigging and masts

Well strung and use every sail,

Slip out of port to write,

To escape any sand bleached jail.

And you aim your pens at the horizon,

and rattle that Querty machine,

Aim that lexis text sextant, and,

Set sail!

Set sail!

Set sail!

So we aim our pens at the horizon

Fingers flash on our Querty machines,

and lest our inspirations fails,

Set sail!

Set sail!

Set sail!

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