I Write …
A Poem
I Write, With hand to heart And mind aloft I covet my next word; I stand erect And shout out clear Damn, I will be heard.
I write, With pen in hand and tears within these eyes I never close; I dare not bend But will offend E’er follow the path I chose.
A writer’s life Is not their own A Muse upon their soul A constant shrill A latent thrill A dance that takes its toll
I write, To make you laugh To make you cry A wish to stay, ne’er say goodbye I want my words To pierce your soul But never shall you die
I write, Oh, mercy mercy Listen for each sound A whispered cry for aid And in their end There will be light And meaning to each word
A writer’s life Is not their own A muse does want her debt A favored glance A brief romance But ne’er will we regret.
Joe Luca is writer and editor for ILLUMINATION and a published author and writer of children’s stories, short fiction, non-fiction articles, screenplays and poetry. Publications include Child’s Life, Children’s Playmate and others. There are some other articles below — have a read. And thank you for stopping by.
