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WHY WRITE THE POEMS?
 
When a poet takes a pen in hand,
What thoughts go through his head?
Is his mind preoccupied with rhyme,
Or with the words that must be said?
 
Does he concentrate on rhythm?
Is he wrapped up in style?
Does he tap his feet to silent beats,
And close his eyes and smile?
 
Does he ponder on his message?
Does he search for perfect words?
Do they frequently elude him?
Are they unmeaning or absurd?


 
What about his motivation?
Is he seeking sweet relief
From some overwhelming sadness
That has buried him in grief?
 
Is he happy when he writes?
Does he have a joy to share?
Is he praising God above?
Do his words become a prayer.
 
Does he write to touch another's heart,
Or to amuse and please a child?
Is there some fashion to his passion?
Is his style wild ... or mild?


 
Do his writings teach men lessons?
That's a sham!  He's not that wise,
Is he not like the rest of us,
Just trying to survive?
 
How many poems can a poet write?
Well, of course, there could be many,
How many poems would be remembered?
Probably ... not any.
 
Yet there are poets of the past,
Whose words still echo in our ears,
But do you think Browning ever thought
Today she'd still move men to tears?


 
Is that why poets writes their words,
To leave some of themselves behind?
No ... their aim is not for fame
That's not the purpose of their rhyme.
 
They write because they are compelled,
They are both blest and cursed,
And it's conceivable they'll explode,
If they don't release their verse.
 
Good or bad ... right or wrong,
Words flow from a poet's pen,
And like a woman giving birth,
They are a part of him.


 
He gives his creations to the world
Which will accept or will reject,
But is he wise enough to know
That they will have but small effect?
 
But what if he soothed one hurting soul,
Or made one child smile?
Would that not mean, from his many poems,
He did write one ... worthwhile?
 
If so, then that's worth every verse
Ever written by that poet,
Although, should such a thing occur,
He'd likely never know it.


 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright July 2006
 



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