The Stage
The Stage
We are often alone when we write.
We use ink, or blood, depending.
The color often defining the mood.
A quill, a feather a plume,
a sharp PIN indeed, to prick…the imagination.
8.5 x 11 a scary place.
On the computer it is easier, as I can change the view.
Yet it is far less personal.
A pad of paper, a single page…
A chance to perform;
speaking out for fun,
teaching skills, traditions,
gathering and protecting history,
our very way(s) of life.
Things we can share with each other,
if we dare spend the time, for it is short.
Capitalization, pronunciation, time honored commas…
Parentheses, run on sentences that never stop chasing ideas.
Colors of paper, instruments of recording,
harsh and soft, tools of the trade,
worthless without hands or more importantly
thoughts to guide them.
Speak out, speak up, speak for, speak with…
even stand up, and dare to speak against!
Use your chance to build and not tear down.
All eyes upon your words,
as they fight to represent something greater,
than “self”.
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