Words arise and die. (prompt by Walt Whitman.)

 

Words

arise and die

simultaneously~

lingering words

are prolonged

death~~

Walt Whitman

“The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.”