Writer
Words are so strong…
the foundation of the Muse,
the perfect word remains
buried
beneath all of the trash words,
the Muse is indifferent,
She’s busy and has no time for us.
Words can make a reader weep softly
or cut with the precision of a scalpel.
Not every word is in every dictionary.
I often just open one at random
and marvel at what’s inside,
searching for taboo words
culled from the dirt,
a secret hinting at the beauty and the grandeur
of writing.
Words grow from the earth
like magick,
perfect weapons for someone with power
and the knowledge of when to use them;
a skillful mixture of passion,
suspense, and horror
loneliness and frustration,
dismal self-image,
wrests our pen away
and handcuffs us
to some soggy blah of an ending.
Daring to step beyond
convention,
imagery tingles
words resonate.
Writers develop a philosophy
of creativity, art and spirituality;
clarify
vague and unsettling emotions,
are willing to share the vulnerability
of their own souls
without artificial sentimentality
writers
both enjoy and endure.
