Much Writing

I have been writing quite a bit the past few weeks. It's mostly poetry but have written a story and articles in between. My wife asks me how I come I can write poems out of thin air. There are ideas all around. I grab them like apples off a tree. I carry a pen and notebook and write them down. Below are a couple of poems I've written recently.



Writing should not be an exercise in futility but a labor of love.


I stopped and listened to the wind whisper in my ear.


EMPTY TERMINAL

The corridor is empty.
All the shops are closed
I slowly pirouette on the slick waxed floor.
There are no crowds rushing everywhere.
The race which began many miles ago
Has finished in this deserted terminal.
My sojourn has brought me to the starting line again.
I walk out, my sandals slapping my souls the only sound.