Why do you write
Asked unabashed,
As tho an answer
Other than need,
May even succeed
In shedding light…
Forces be real
I heard my reply,
Helps touch why
Tho ne’er quite sure
My words truly fly…
What do you write
She offers in spite,
My hazy taunts
Not meant be trite,
I scribble of time
That shadows mine,
To divert attention
If lot whispers of death…
Fate may deny
Time I have left,
So while I’ve breath
And feelings to best,
I’ll write with my soul
Thus wants life bold,
Without reason or why
For as long as I’ll get!
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Why do we write? Why do we breathe? This is so lovely. Thank you.
Coming from an accomplished best selling author, your positive critique for my humble words is doubly an honour, that I will forever cherish. Thank you for this my very dear friend Paulette. Jean-Jacques Fournier
This poem touches all writers…
Without a doubt. You are absolutely right, and that was my purpose. Jean-Jacques