Trash

into the circular file

Most writers are aware
of the heart and the mind
They also appreciate
which is more kind

 

You may ask kind to whom
but I think you know
When you are writing
its about how this should go

 

The mind gives direction
the heart says maybe no
Are we writing for praise
or about what we know

 

The magic of the words
will soon clearly tell
Am I loving this effort
or just under a spell

 

The mind uses the memory
to know the direction
Finding the words
for the chosen selection

 

The heart says wait
its not about me
Listen while I remind
about what this should be

 

Any reader will know
you are looking for praise
Forgetting your heart
in so many ways

 

This battle of choice
can go on forever
Finally ending your voice

because you are not clever

 

These words will suffer
a life of certain waste
None of them are gems
being little more than paste

Reviews

[M. E. Lee]

This is so beautiful. Congratulations!