Creative Surge Poem by Linda Coker

The pressure building inside one’s head
Must be relieved to prevent brain dead
Bringing it out and writing it down
Like winning the prize, it will astound

Once the lush fountain begins to flow
The raging volcano starts to blow
One must be ready to capture it all
Every rich word and thought that falls

A trickle, a stream, a lava flood
The beat of life in the writer’s blood
Grab the brilliance, substance, reason
Before the volcano’s dormant season

Like the believer’s path to a sweet forever
Wrought with potholes, debris, whatever
The end is worth a journey of pain
A trial by fire for precious gain

2007