Why do I write still?

[Sarah01]

Before I let the words flow 

   There’s a ritual I follow or maybe                    I don’t 

I open up a book for the thoughts I am incapable of 

And I wonder if I am too selflish                         a rat

eating and teething everything my new born teeth could find 

My hands too tiny, I might learn to  carry the wonders I am not 

If I learn to balance them on swords I will be strained a king 

   A kingdom built in vain 

Oh my, they lived in isolation                                 though 

Enough and immaculate poets 

 

They have mastered the new tricks when I don’t even know the old 

I am but a flower reflecting on the blackish damned dungeons 

Of hell, such a sorrow 

There’s a cry in the faraway halls but no, 

No my spirit is not lost 

 

I won’t shine I could not yet sailing through the motionless ocean 

          tints of gold 

I am not enough and yet I write 

 But maybe I don’t 

Maybe,  maybe they are just whispers of what   I hold 

                                      ~Sarah 

     As to why I write poetry                                 when I am not enough 

 

[Susan Katz]

Very often, when I find myself needing to write but unable to, I start reading a book of poetry – usually one of my favorites.  So, your poem resonated with me and I thought it very well written.  I particularly liked “I might learn to carry the wonders I am not…” and “They have mastered the new tricks when I don’t even know the old…”  There is a certain intensity in your poem and self reflection which, I think, will touch those who read your poem and those, especially, who write poetry.  I think your poem would benefit from editing, tightening the lines, getting rid of unnecessary words – but, overall, good poem.  Thank you so much for sharing it with me,  Susan

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