Author

The writer, he is everywhere.
His inspiration is boundless,
But when ideas are too bountiful
His books become spineless.
His work a screeching halt,
His inspiration too inspired,
He continues to see words on pages
Without making a mark.
His words flow effortlessly as they
Refuse to rest on the page.
The writer knows he is frozen,
But it is here he finds his spark.
It ignites his passion.
His ideas so long bottled
They light up the dark.
They are sent soaring,
Drifting,
Nearly falling apart.
They actuate his moving,
They sway the rhythm of his heart.
The writer, he is everywhere.

You simply must assemble his parts.