Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Role of a Writer

"The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say,
but what we are unable to say." ~Anais Nin

The Role of a Writer
This is truly the mark of greatness,
but have all the noble poems
been written by classical masters
and the gifted poets of today?

Are there meaningful works
still left to pen,
not merely big words
from our swollen egos
spilling their contents
at the whim of a moment,
nor with the simplistic meanderings
of joy, or grief, or love?

To answer my own question,
I say write on, dear poets.
Allow not your words
to decay unwritten
in the brilliant minds of today
where they'll lie barren and unread
only to wither and crack and parch
as clay in the desert.
I do believe there are jewels
left to be written.

But if we must write,
it should be for the future,
for the common man
who will gain most from
these words he cannot write.
We have an obligation
to write in a way
that he may glean what he can
from writings of poetic merit,
not stumble through
obscure words which are,
to him, as bird droppings
on a splintered windowsill,
left to die in obscurity
gathering nothing but dust.

If we must write,
let us write for those who are unable,
so the future might find our words
alive and fertile, their tilled soil
begun as thoughts and feelings
first seeded in keen minds,
then sown into black and white,
rich and green and lush,
to live on in future hearts and minds
even as we crumble, ashes to ashes,
and blow away, dust to dust.

May we always write
not to say what we can all say,
but what we are unable to say
-- not for the now, but for forever.


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2 comments:

  1. A Poet’s Quill

    My Quill is dying

    My Blotter’s wet

    My Tears are falling

    My words regret

    My Heart is hurting

    My Feeling jest

    My Soul is searching

    For Eternal rest.

    My Quill has spoken

    These immortal words

    The strokes

    I have written

    Will be the last words

    My Quill is gone

    Though I rest

    I still think,

    of the Poet’s Quest.

    To find the words

    That make us best.

    Dedicated to
    all Poets Past & Present

    A Poeatreeman

    “The Quill will be the Poet’s Soul”
    “Immortalize in Every Word!”

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    6/29/2007

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  2. A Quill’s Soul

    The Quill will Speak

    The Ink will flow

    The Word well written

    As Truth will know

    The Blotter absorbs

    The Spirit's Essence's

    Lines are flowing

    Through Heart and Soul

    The Quill will follow

    The Poet's Hand.

    Remembering!

    It will Speak;

    At God's Command.

    A Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    7/1/2007
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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