Writer's Writhings

indeed, at times, he wrote
    verses alien to his heart,

    born of pressure, compromise,
        hollow from the start,

        or bred by boredom, 
            by word-smith's self-conceit,

            or prompted by the flight
                of fancy or deceit;


but on the whole, he's not
    your idling, rambling rhymester

    for, much of the joy and grief
        in his lines are his, the writer

        who has brayed and buried
            much of his soul in his art

            and raised over it a mound
                of sand to mark that part !
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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