I Am The Writer

I am the writer

Anonymous to all

I am a face to them

A face among trillions

But I am amongst a group of few

For when I have a pen

I become a scribe of all

See the truth of today

To save tomorrow's fate

Words spoken merely fade

While the writer remains eternal

But is never known 

Know me not by name

Nor by face that, too, will fade

But by the words I write

For they are my heart's pieces

Understand the words I pen

And you will know me

You will know truth

From my mind's eye

For I am the writer

That will enlighten you

Through stories

Of joy, sadness, and anger

Will you truly know today

That will soon be tomorrow's past

 

Author's Note

I wrote this half awake (my sleep notebook) and I see potential. However, I'm not really sure I like this poem that much. I feel as though there is something missing or wrong with it. Any feedback would be great!

Reviews

[Sunny]

4th Stanza 3rd line, is my favorite line of all.
Though in the 3rd stanza, not sure if this was intentional but I do believe you put the coma in the wrong place.
"....Nor by face, that too, shall fade..." Also Some suggestion as to what, or whose face in that line, I think would help. otherwise it's executed very well. :)
~Sunny~
Just my opinion

[Ian Faraway]

All opinions and critiques are welcome. Grammatically, I'm not the best. I try but I'll always have something slip through the cracks. Thanks for pointing it out, I'll go back and fix it. Thanks. -Ian

[Sunny]

No problem :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"Of joy, sadness, and anger
Will you truly know today
That will soon be tomorrow's past"
Writers are brought back to life when we read their books and words. I like the flow of thoughts leading to the good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[JJHII]

My only idea to see how it looks and reads is write it in third person. as if you talk about The Writer as a tall tell.

the writer
anonymous to all
Just a face to them
a face among trillions
but he's among a group of few

for when he had a pen
he became a scribe for all
and just continue replacing I and my with him or his
if you do like that and go with it i might add maybe talk a little more past tense

Know me not by name
Nor by face that, too, will fade
But by the words I write
For they are my heart's pieces
Understand the words I pen
And you will know me

Know him not by name
Nor by face that too has faded
But by the words he wrote
For they are his hearts pieces
Understand the words he penned
and you will know him

I do really like this poem. I hope to see where you do go with this.