Write Right

Write Right I have written inside the box, worked under the pain of the literary lashers, choked back the crimson ink of penned passion. Occasionally, a blot of defiance, a subtle innuendo, a more obvious double entendre, would escape the “Proof” readers. As if there is some proof needed to justify the roots of my passion, the depth of my meanings. Then, by happenstance of brief encounter, a mentor said: “Just write it kid. Let them figure it out.” Thereby, I was set free to love the challenge, embrace the barren landscape, ski words on the fresh fallen powder of the unsullied page. And so I write not seeking to produce a masterpiece but to become the master of the piece. Holding edges on the sharpened turns of life, enduring the moguls pounding thoughts, peering into whiteness streaking past, and laughing at the thrill of freedoms fear. I write – that I may write, that poetry might have my voice, share my voice, be my voice. From outside the box I shout that there is a freedom in the harnesses of forms when we write with the fury of our storms. 8/10/2014 For Regina Riddle contest - Writing