Poetry and writing, to some people are like unto a volcano spilling out its energy all over the place.
They cannot contain it, if not putting it down on paper they will lose that essence of creativity, it comes at times in a surge or a flow just waiting there to be presented in an easily accessible format.
The emptying of that vessel, that of the mind, balancing it out in ways of dispersing its thought into the ever popular form of writing stories, poetry or song.
Any writing as such is that person or energy, in the creative mode at the time of getting it, many just draw on what they have stored up for years in that maybe of picture form, to be released onto the screen of life.
Many know what they are going to write about, they get inspiration from numerous things, this is their way by writing, of forming a picture for others to imagine, it is the making of the words that is important, all those letters of the alphabet being put into use to form words that give off an understanding in the ways of a motion.
It does not mean all will see it in the same way, they will interpret it in that of its own form for them to understand for self, and this is their way of capturing the parts that are vital to them.
The most impressive parts for them they will be able to retain the gist of, without ever being able to recite it all.
Writing has been with us for a very long time, we have it written in stone, those people of past days expressing themselves in the way that they lived, how they may have felt and so on.
They had scribes or, as liking to call them, men of learning who could take down all accounts of what went on.
We have books from monks who lived and toiled for countless hours in the comfortless conditions of the monasteries, demonstrating just how good they were at creating this that we call language, by the system of words being strung together.
It is fascinating to see over the many years how it has continually recomposed itself, changing slowly as evolution mastered the call from the altered living conditions and the subsequent effect upon the lives of people.
We have now vast newspaper networks that tell us what is going on around our world and, although there are other ways of communication nothing is quite like the news when written down.
It can at times be the talk of the town, so much going on that we get swamped with that of all knowing but first it has to come from thought, no matter from where it originates it has then to be brought through so that it can be recognized in the written form.
Some still type the words, others just talk into machines, whichever is the preferred way and that best suited to each individual.
Some people are able to write whole masterpieces in one session, music which lends itself to notes that give off a message or tell a story in a similar fashion to words but in a different form, giving great joy to the many who love, appreciate and understand it.
There are many sorts of music out there according to that of the composer and like words, each comes to be performed in one way or the other by those who do claim that they are masters of the arts.
Then talking of art that is yet another way of forming pictures in one's mind.
Each looks at art of the many kinds, forming their own pattern of thought, choosing their own discipline by personal preference, possibly fashion or by following that which they have been persuaded is the greater.
So all the arts of the world are really as one, communication between like minds, generated by that of the thought and creativity of the artist, whether with pen, brush or sound waves.