To Write

Dorsimbra try-out

To write, to live, to whence a poet strikes

A note in a book, a word in a poem

To make, or break, in writer’s hidden Reichs

A story untold, an Alice at home.

But what to write?

But what to fare?

When the leagues of words

In despair, unconquered

Pick a pen, human, write your thoughts sublime

And liven up sleeping Prometheus

This time, today, decide and fix your mind

To write, to live, to whence a poet strikes.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Mark]

I echo Sharon Boland's sentiments! If half the native-born English "speakers" could utilize our language as proficiently as you, there would be a great deal less for old poets like myself to grumble over, to deel despair of!
Your rhyme in the first stanza IS correct, your reviewer is mistaken; however, it should be capitalized, and pluralized -s, rather than -es: "Reichs". And yes, it is pronounced "RIKES".
Arigato gozaimas, Hamono-san!

[angelina neves]

Very beautiful!
Congratulation for the well deserved wining!

[Helena]

A very nice "try-out" indeed! Thank you for submitting this lovely
Dorsimbra to Salvatore's contest! ~ Helena

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

You have mastered this form of poetry. Well done!

Author, Nancy Lee Shrader

[HamonoAkira]

'strikes/reiches' oh, that's pronounced as 'rikes' right? it's German after all... oh please do confirm the imperfect rhyme... I need to correct this piece... :)

[Poeticpiers]

spoilt only by a slant rhyme Strikes and riches

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Good going! Well done!!

[poddar kushal]

You have talent.

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

With English as a secondary language, you did very well in writing about why we write. Many years ago, I studied a bit of French but never could even begin to attempt poetry. English is not an easy language and I give you lots of credit. Sharon