Requisite

Words fly frantic through ,
Cranial quagmire,
Like bingo balls,
Fighting to escape or expire.

A single line,
Idea, a feeling,
Beauty or a sin
Glimpsed yet fleeting.

I capture and then transfer,
To pen and paper,
My eyes caress, as I breathe in life,
Knead, roll and taper.

I add, subtract,
adjudicate and punctuate,
This tiny piece of my psyche,
I expose and create.

When brave enough
And ready to share
I send it out, unprotected,
For you to view and bear.

Now tightly bound and naked,
Silently I await,
The tantalizing lick of critic’s whip,
Filling a need, which leads to my next dictate.