I Write
To find
I write at night, and despite From what I’ve seen and heard I sit here with my ear cocked And listen for the morning bird.
It may be a warble or a whisper The sounds seep into my psyche And herald a new morning That is when I start to write.
I write to find what is in my mind Then sing it like a psalm A place to face the meaning In rhymes and plaintive alms.
And then I read to place the seed And watch my learning grow With new words that I have heard From the seeds they sow.
In and out of avenues The side tracks of my mind Picking up the pieces Of some left behind.
I walk and talk to you, and who Filters past my face Then hold your head in my hands And taste the sweet embrace.
I write to find the reason I write from dreams at night Angels that come creeping Past my seventh sight.
I write to find the remedy. The perfect panacea A way to soothe the moods that sing Within a new idea.
©
David Rudder 2022
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