VOICES IN THE INK

Author's Note

the winds still in anticipation
nations tremble as I
lift my pen to paper
this small cylinder of ink
metamorphs
becoming the blood
the life-force of humanity

my words
hum lullabies to the past
my words
shape and mold the here and now
my words
call—coax the future to awakening

I am of the dreamers
…those gone before
…those who stand at my side
…those yet to be born
singing the march of humankind
into being

Reviews

[L. Edward Neale]

Yeah. Rockin, Maggie O` epic stuff!

[unsavable_soul]

So true,
It has been said writers and philosophers tell the tales of the world. History is written and therefore the writer shapes perceptions of past, present, and future. Often when I consider that my writing might shape anyone or thing other than me I get spooked. Impact is something I rarely could handle having. Nice piece and true of you and your writing.
Thanks for the share.
Chris