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

 

 

Comments
11 Responses to “I Try”
  1. Jim Borden says:

    but words, like yours, can also be a thing of beauty.

  2. meenawalia says:

    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…

  3. Ode to a Writer. Nice one Brad. 😉

  4. jupitergrant says:

    Wonderful words 🌹

  5. Harley Unhinged says:

    That last line is EVERYTHING, Mr. Brad ♥️🖤

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