I write and share my thoughts, not for praise but for the pleasure it brings me. To upload onto a Poetry site is perhaps a tad self indulgent, but to see others have taken time to read is reward in itself.

The art of the writer...

This keyboard has become my palette as such
Laden with the colours that construct my words
Each stroke in itself may be not art so much
In its completion a masterpiece, perhaps?

No artist am I that could draw or sculpt
Water-colours or oils have no meaning
My creative means is to write down words
and within find a poetic leaning

And does the artist paint the scene
Or the writer describe it in vivid prose?
The pleasure I find in writing my words
Is found as this craft within me grows

Not for the acolades it would bring
Or for praise from my fellow man
I write as such the words I do
Simply because I believe I can.

** I have been deliberate in the reduced word count in each stanza as (I hope) a way of showing the limitation of thought due to the writers self doubts creeping in. The "artist" is often the most critical of his or her own work.

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Written on 2020-04-05 at 12:23

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I am much the same as you, Liam. I write my thorts and post them hear on poetbay. Hear are those who read, read with out jugemant. NO up there own noces, look each other in the eye and smile give enuregemant. Too be our selfs in our works in our words. Some times in humore sometimes lanceing boils of anger. Sometimes of the observant mind.
Writeing - typeing out our words is what we do after all said and dun!
Ken D