I write.
I write because words are there,
Demanding their release from
The prison of my mind.
Tho' I hold them there is no doubt,
That they are the ones with power,
To force my hand, it might be said.
I am not the author, Just the medium,
Through which the words, express themselves.
They desire to become thought,
But, remain only words, if left alone.
Only I can mold them into thought.
Only the poet can make them sing,
Forming their single notes into,
A symphony of ideas and thoughts,
Or, better yet, a picture painted with
Tiny drops of...words.
Then, I, the poet, write them down,
Formed into thoughts which they can make,
Thoughts which only I can make appear,
Out of the single, simple words
And so...
I write.
Donovan Baldwin