For all of nine poems, now this is my tenth,
I have written, with hesitant breath
You see I’m a rookie without a writer’s past
Many a poem I have glassed
Jealous of those with the talent so dear
Living a life of great austere
Until the day my inspiration came
For now I write, no mechanics to claim
I sit and I wonder what people think of my name
As they read my words all the same
In you I look for help and to learn
For writing good poetry is something I yearn
I may not be established enough to even have the right
But I publish this challenge to you on this night.
To all who are new tell me your plight
And for those who aren't why do you write?
This was a poem I wrote almost 10 years ago. I still like it today and thought I would share. Please dropp me a line if you decide to take me up on my challange, i would love to see what you have to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a great poem. Writing is a way of clearing the mind of the things you see and hear.