Ink Staining Hands.

When Writer Kneels.

In the depths of night, the writer kneels,
Ink staining hands, the story reveals,
Whispers of ancestors, tales of old,
In the silence, truths are bold.

Ink staining hands, the story reveals,
Echoes of voices, ancient seals,
Words on the page, a sacred rite,
Guided by the moon's soft light.

Whispers of ancestors, tales of old,
Legends woven, secrets unfold,
Through the words, the writer weaves,
In every line, a part of themselves they leave.

Ink staining hands, the story reveals,
Echoes of voices, ancient seals,
In the blood of ink, the sacrifice,
A piece of soul, a fragment of life.

Words on the page, a sacred rite,
In every poem, a battle to fight,
Through the verses, the writer finds,
The true meaning of their kind.

Whispers of ancestors, tales of old,
In the stories, their spirits hold,
A legacy passed down through time,
In every word, their voices chime.

Ink staining hands, the story reveals,
Echoes of voices, ancient seals,
Through the cycle of creation and birth,
The writer finds their true worth.
Written By,
Ivan Edwin Pen Name--Maximus.

Author's Note

This poetry describes the sacrifice and hard work of every writer.

Reviews

[Vol]

Ivan,
Hmmm, I love my Waterford fountain pen. It is a work of art. But I write on my Dell, and waste no paper, and rarely take myself seriously! And in the vein of how we write, one of my favorite poets once told me, "You know, Vol, there are two kinds of poems... Cow s**t poems and horse s**t poems.... sometimes a whole poem will pop right out of you and lie there in a steaming pile and without need for revision. Other times, MAN! you have to struggle to get one clump out at a time, and you never know if you are finished." Wisdom from the Nashville poetry scene.
Vol

[Maximus]

Thanks a lot my friend, your precious review is valuable for me. There is no doubt that every writer write their own masterpiece but it's sad that only few admire their work. But writer never say no and keep moving forward. This is what makes us different from others.

[Stella Armour]

First of all i enjoyed the repetition, which i feel done in moderation enhances the meaning of any poem...
The creative poet does have to,learn his trade as it were, an apprentice piece to find the flow and rhythm and then to experiment with meter and punctuation .... not learned in a day and often not perfected in a lifetime ..
We learn as always from our own mistakes but are inspired by those who are the masters of their trade..

[Maximus]

Thanks a lot Mam, your precious review is valuable for me. Life is a lesson and good students are those who learn everyday from these lessons.

[Stella Armour]

you are very welcome , i am pleased i saw your poem ..

[Arundass TP]

Great poem. Beautiful lines. Enjoyed reading.

[Maximus]

Thanks a lot my friend, your precious review is valuable for me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Lots of sacrifice and very much hard work to get pieces where they want to be.
Great form here...works quite well to impress the point...
the true meaning doesn't come easily...and not until the hands are so inkstained they don't even resemble hands anymore...it is like the author's mind was dipped in ink.

[Maximus]

Thanks a lot my friend, your precious review is valuable for me. There are lots of sacrifices made by writers but no one really appreciate them unless you go through their creations.

[carl]

not only the effort of the writer but all the realms revealed into which they enter to dredge the depths and place before us the treasures they secure. Very expressive work - enjoyed it - thanks for the post -carl

[Maximus]

Thanks a lot my friend, your precious review is valuable for me. There are lots and lots of efforts made by writers but only few are appreciated by the readers. But we must keep moving forward .