I Try
I can boast of the greatest colored sunrise
With flourish of words stained in the descriptive
Pen ode to a lover who met their demise
With the dark sadness of haunting adjective
I can rail on about nearby violent storm
Or lilt of the atonal love song of wren
Words the players in an act to perform
Poetic justice lacking them even then
For the words are but written snapshots of life
Of all the wonderous things you feel and see
A record of the common pain and strife
That besets the best of humanity
I try to cast ambiance on masterpiece
To paint brighter picture where none is needed
If the beauty around does not give release
Then the words I would write are defeated
I cannot put into the mere written word
Nor well describe scenic beauty to a tee
All the fabulous things that need to be heard
Or all the wonderous things that one should see
So, as a writer I am a little shook
To write the honest words I should give to you
Thank you for your kindness but put down this book
Beauty is found in what you see, live, and do
but words, like yours, can also be a thing of beauty.
You are too kind with your words my friend, but I appreciate all your support!
Beautifully written as usual…I had once read somewhere that the best outlet of emotions and feelings is writing..u can scream ur emotions on the paper and still there is silence around…
That is a beautiful way to see writing! Thank you for your praise. Hope you are the kids are all well and happy!
Ode to a Writer. Nice one Brad. 😉
Wonderful words 🌹
Thank you for reading and I am delighted you enjoyed it. Your comments and support are a real boost to my efforts!
You are very welcome. Your work is wonderful.
You flatter me 🙂
That last line is EVERYTHING, Mr. Brad ♥️🖤
Thank you Ms. Luna! Your support means a lot to me!