Why I Write
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I write…
Because my heart feels, pounding
Away, breathless, filled with enthusiasm
For the moments that bring joy, hope, peace
The wonders of a light drowning in liquid sweetness
Syrup, raining flavors of elation, imagination, inspiration
Through the feelings that bring me assurance – blessings
Rich and vibrant, silent reflections of the melody
Caressing my spirit in shimmering grace, complete faith
In the mystery of the pen pressed firm against the page
I write…
Because my heart must find a way, a season
For uncovering the secret meaning, the reason
The promises that dance a waltz with my spirit, alive
Voicing all the meaning beneath the mysteries pleading
For the chance to know, intimately, the rhythms and rhymes
The way if will feel deep inside, poured out over the verses
Melancholy, inspiration, enchantment and purpose
All the feelings that blend together to form the meaningful
The adventure – the penetrating expressions of thoughts,
…. Feelings, blessings!
I write…
Because my heart fears and my soul sheds its tears
There is appreciation for the seasons, nature – oak trees
All the things that I treasure from my personal perspective
Stirring me to remember – treasured memories who touch me
Deep inside, where memorials hide like unopened gifts
Pearls of light, enlightening – illuminating the breath of glorious
Moments, spent… gone forever, yet just as alive as ever
There inside my mind where the glimpses of the past mean
I have lived – with pleasure and passion, with complete vigor
Tenderly, my pen remembers the good times, the bad times
The way it felt, the meaning that kept me from being too reckless
And the way I knew recklessness so intimately, so vibrantly
I write…
Because I yearn to describe the way I sigh
The hues of sunlight, the starkness of a night sky
The glimmer of fireflies and starlight, twinkling
Not so effectively as the sparkle of gentle eyes
Inviting listeners to the front porch swing, to split
Apart gossip that might have been total lies
To pledge sincerity and serenity to those in need
The ones who see that only friendship, faith, feelings
Find their way to the emptiness of a hopeful page
While echoes of darkness, dread, doubt and despair
Anxiously await the pen who has fallen silent, soundless
I write….
Because I believe in the words that flow
Endlessly dreaming, screaming for more time
More kindness, more faith, more of everything
Words that will erase the fear, the tear, the year
When my heart broke and my faith was tested
When the ache tore away all my serenity, my grace
Leaving me with only the gray misery of heartbreak
With each word captured on the page, my heart
Slowly mends, finds the freedom to believe again
Knows the meaning of relief, release, healing from
Then – when I felt the darkness closing in
I write…
Because I need the pen the way someone else
Might need the pleasant friend or the therapy
Because I blend my feelings and words, through
Every last verse, every vision, each decision…
To choose a noun or verb, a rhyme or a freed verse
Because I know what it means to be alone, friendless
Yet, because I have words – a pen and an empty page
Freedom from solitude, isolation, seclusion…
With the words I choose I gather with imagination
Into a reality built by my own hopes and dreams
My faith and experiences, the love that is forever
A part of the wisdom God gave me to accept this pen
As a truly honest and supportive friend – it is
Only my enemy when I face empty pages
Without my inspirations or without my pen!
I write because Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
August 28, 2022
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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