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
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