The Writer

A poem for National Poetry Day.

Pen and paper

The Writer

A writer writes with pen in hand

He writes of things about the land

He sees without his eyes you see

He sees the things we cannot see

He sees the seed beneath the tree

And writes about what seed will be

Sometimes he writes of terrible things

And pens the words that terrible brings

Sometimes he pens with ink so dry

Those words won’t come, they simply die

On page of white, no ink to stain

But then the words come back again

And slow but sure the tide will rise

And words come back to swell his pride

For every writer who writes does know

That he only writes to complete the show

From mind the words on paper flow

And letters swell and concepts grow

And soon his thoughts on paper fly

And sometimes thoughts catch reader’s eye

6 thoughts on “The Writer

  1. Very nice poem. I know I am the exception, but I prefer poems that rhyme. I know free verse is all the rage but there is still something to be said for the musical feel of rhyming. 🙂

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