my words as a wannabe
poet/writer
tell the tale of me
my story along
the journey or path
traveled as a person
I’m just one depiction
of the human-kind
nothing more
or nothing less
than ordinary
happy to be a part
of the everyday ilk
where it’s up to me
to create my individuality
doing so ~ by writing
one word at a time
not unlike the mason
placing each brick
in its precise position
to fashion the wall
according to the design
I craft my words
as if the artisan
adding my special style
or little twist,
as the mark ~ of my way
seemingly ~ my muse
comes forth
while experiencing
the living of my life
as I interact
and communicate
with those by choice
who want to do so
through the commonality
shared by way of language
this is apparently
illustrated when
I choose to share
my style of words
whether poetry or prose
with another
and they so choose
to share
their style of words
with me
wherein ~ we together
enrich each other
from within this process
very similar to,
the minerals in the soil
being dissolved
into ground water
replenished by the rains
of which feed the tree root
with the needed nutrients
we too ~ by sharing our words
freely with one another
help sustain each other
within the cycle
of our personal growth ~
and yet ~ for some of us
at times,
it may seem
this act of writing
and then sharing
is not so easy
as to finding the words
and the manner
which will fully express,
translate effectively
the sense
the meaning
of what we want to say
especially so ~ all of us
beholden to a predisposition
inflaming our inhibitions
and yet ~ for some of us
during this struggle to write
the bringing forth
the emergence
of our thoughts into words
we feel deep within
we must go on
stay the course
remain true to ourselves
as if inherent within us
this internal drive
or a spirit with a wanting
a restless desire
possessing
this untiring
will
to
say
what we want to say
not someone else’s way
or way of saying it
but our way
our way of saying it
in spite of
what the critic,
the horde,
or “The Man” may think
we still create and write
being willing
to take the flack,
ignore the hecklers
by pressing on
‘cause we know
within our hearts
that the act of words
formed in a special way
that’s proactively said
has some merit,
a little influence
adding to the mix
within the grand scheme
comprising the flux
along with those thoughts
of collective consciousness
which someday,
may lend a helping hand
to what will sustain
and preserve us all ~
it’s for this reason,
for living my purpose
overflowing with intent
as a wannabe
poet/writer
I have this resolve
or
will
to
say
through
my style of words
what I want to say
said ~ my way
hopefully ~
as motivated
from the depths
of my heart
my being able to,
freely write
and then share
will have an effect
upon others
to do the same
yes ~ this is my one wish
cast upon that shooting star
~ way, way
up in the sky
that herein,
through this
humble act of words
will somehow, someway
initiate the cycle
and receive the blessing
of fulfillment ~ for which
its purpose calls forth
“I write and then share freely my words despite my inhibitions with the hope that others will write and then share freely their words with me; wherefore, creating a cyclical process of writing and sharing that will enrich the lives of all those who choose to write and then share their words freely with others.”
peace out
Words by. ~Keith Alan Hamilton~