A Writer’s Lament
I only want to write
And get paid for my words
My words all strung together
In unique, inimitable style
With their own quirky bent
And their peculiar rush to mind
Of memories old
Possibilities new
And another distinct life
Apart from what you know
Separate from your beliefs
Foreign to your system
Alien to your code
Yet resonant
Charming
Intriguing
Entrancing
Enthralling
Engaging
Piercing
Provocative
Profound
And just
Downright
Well-written
Yass, I want to get paid
For this life inside of me
For this life that is what I have to give
For what I do best
For what I know
For what I understand
For the chance to make you
Smile
Cringe
Cry
Laugh
Scream
Plead
Celebrate
Grieve
Then when all is said and done
Pass it on
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December 27, 2009 at 1:43 pm
I understand what you are saying in your delightful poem.
Most of what you describe (except for the combination of your opening lines) I have written about (and still do) 🙂
I write about almost everything and through my poetry express my sentiments and observations.
Your verse deserves to be read. It gives much pleasure and your writing talent is evident. I hope you achieve what is expressed in your opening lines…. :
“I only want to write
And get paid for my words”
Best wishes,
🙂
December 27, 2009 at 1:49 pm
ps: I’ve also added you to my blogroll and will follow your progress.
🙂
December 27, 2009 at 11:10 pm
Welcome, poettraveler, and my sincere thanks for your praise. I’ll check you out as well.
December 31, 2009 at 1:29 pm
I really like this poem. Your work I’ve read here is so honest. That is so necessary. Another poet I keep up with, Thomas Lynch, holds workshops and explained that being published, or writers wanting to be published/ paid, is completely justifiable and really part of the writer’s process and writing life. Thanks for sharing. Best, Darren
January 3, 2010 at 10:02 am
Welcome Darren, thanks for visiting and contributing. I appreciate the feedback.