Amateur

I'm a mere whittler of words on a tree, a tagger of graffiti

I can't paint the Sistine Chapel or carve marvelous art

I write fading signs of love, some from above

Though an amateur, they come from the heart from finish to start

Some from care, some from despair

Although my words are rough

I don't wish to offend, damage or upend

Knowing I've touched someone, will be enough

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I love this piece. I believe as artists we all start somewhere but in the end it is up to the audience to decide the value of our work. As I live I'm an amateur, but when I'm long gone from this world let them decide if my words had importance in their hearts. For life is constant evolution and education in which we graduate once we are dead. I love being an amateur, at least for the moment. Hehe. I can put off getting my diploma any time soon. Great work Soren.

[Soren]

Carlos thanks so much for your input. It is deeply appreciated and valued. Love your work.

[JD Major]

Beautiful read and Message, Soren. And yes, I guess we all do our best to leave something of ourselves behind, posterity, legacy, whatever it is. Perfect example, Writers Cafe :)

[Soren]

Thanks JD for the read and the kind words of encouragement.

[Chris Shaw]

Many of us are amateurs Soren so you are in good company. Your poem touches the reader’s emotions and that is a wonderful thing to be an able to do through your word choice, and lines written from your heart. Beautiful relatable work.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for your review and kind words as well as support.