I find some who write,
Snippets of words, so full of truth.
I can recite and repeat it,
Though true, it’s not of my own.
But in the ether of my mind
Burning quiet flames of deep thought
Letters are being assembled
Even though I think, and sometimes not,
To produce words that speak volumes to my ears.
Others may read,
If I would just write.
Many a wordsmith never knew their fame.
It’s almost as if it comes too late in their game.
I’ve heard it said about artists. I guess they’re the same.
Different media, same message, if only we are given a chance
To know that what they’ve produced will someday be great.
One person with a song to sing recently stated this truth:
“Sometimes we write a song to set the story free1.”
But who will read the story if they don’t listen to your song?
Not all tunes are equal, though the lyrics flow.
Some voices I can’t understand,
I’m at a personal point. Let me read, not listen.
Time will tell; perhaps you’ll be known after you’re gone.
Don’t write, or sing, or create for fame,
But create because it’s in you.
And create is what you can do.
My kids liked a book by Shel Silverstein…”Light in the Attic.”
A book of poems for kids beginning at age four.
While listening to Willie’s Roadhouse Channel on Sirrius,
The author’s name came through the speakers.
He wrote “A Boy Name Sue,” “Marie Laveau,” and other rocking tunes.
So, I researched. He passed last century.
But his creative reach was far and wide.
Maybe that’s part of our problem.
We keep our talents narrowed tightly.
When our creative bent can be so far-reaching.
But when they begin with words, I know I can be reached.
While reading a report in Nature,
The inhabitants of Rapa Nui may have invented their language.
Mostly unlike any others?
What stories could they write if their audience was bigger?
Or if we could more easily understand.
It makes me wonder what the oldest known language is.
English did not come alive until about the 5th century C.E.
Derived from Latin, imagine what life would be today,
If that language did not create my world.
If true, then what would be my language today?
Would this cause me to write or think any differently?
I’m brave enough to say, “I don’t think so.”
But who knows?
One thing I realize, it’s never been easier to write.
Or share.
And if you grab my attention, I will read.
Why? Instead of listening?
It’s just the way my mind works.
I read ten times faster than I listen.
With reading, I can pause to consider.
But the confusion of getting a new thought while listening?
Man. I’m glad I learned how my mind works!
If you have words within…here’s what you do:
With some, you need to write to be read and heard,
Other’s need to have a melody and tune,
Still, others may simply need to be a rhyme
Whatever you do, don’t quit. Write.
Remember.
You are truly writing for yourself.
Then, pray others will find
Thank you for reading.
Please share with others.
It helps me get my book written!
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