Masquerade

When pretty prose fail to pacify,
And the wisdom of words shortly fall,
This is when I pick up my pen
And tear - brick by brick - down my wall.

I throw my mask down and pour to page
My shifting tides of mind,
A novice at best, my cards to my chest,
Even I know not what I'll find.

Take my pen and bid me quiet,
Lest I make myself a fool,
But read these lines and do be kind,
For I am writing them to you.

Reviews

[Lady Glitter]

Lovely turn of words in this intriguing, enticing verse. You speak directly to the reader about the craft of writing. You say that at first we write to craft pretty words, but it is not always enough. So we ball it up and toss it into the round file. And then, we start again. But this time we write with feeling... And it is true that we don't know what we'll find when we allow the writing to write itself. We start with an idea, and it creates itself. I enjoyed this simple rhyming verse.

[Misery]

Exquisite! Unique phases and a clear message.
You have a treasure that is in short supply and the world greatly needs, a mind of original thoughts.