THE GIFT OF WRITINGA Poem by Eddie PhillipsI write sometimes to rhythm I write sometimes to rhyme I write whatever comes to me No matter what the time
My writing can be therapeutic It can help you to survive It can relieve the horrid pressure This world puts on our lives
Some just call us writers I don't think it's so I say we are scribes Documenting man's Earthly goals
God tasked poets to catalogue He gave us the beauty of words We are the tabulators Of the good, the bad, and absurd
It is a gift of sheer perception A talent used to incite It is a call direct from Heaven This auspicious gift to write
I would not change my calling I have learned to accept its goals I will just continue writing As God enlightens my soul
© 2012 Eddie Phillips © 2013 Eddie Phillips |
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Eddie PhillipsDenver, COAboutWriter, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..Writing
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