We scribble our minds
upon white paper
selling our thoughts
for tiny copper praise.
It is a rare poet who can live by her pen.
Freely we surrender
our verses to be dissected,
appreciated or spurned.
The answer to why we write so
often is “we must.”
It is the poet’s ear
that listens to the universe
to record its musings.
We may have pockets empty of
change, but our wealth is in our words.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Comments
And so true!
I've never heard another reason than: We must!
Have a beautiful day!
Mimi
The resulting catharsis is our payment.
Not too shabby then.
Well done, Susie, very well done.
K