Because I Write
I write because I breathe
Because it feeds my deepest hunger
Because I have hair on the nape of my neck
And the creeks always rise
Compelling like that book you just can’t put down
Comforting like a cozy blanket when crisp
Like music that dances off the paper
Like joy that exceeds expectations
My attraction to words confounds
I soar in the sophistication
Of how words in succession
Take on life, take on meaning
Solemn sorrow
Enduring ethereal
Words move
Poetry evokes
In the written word I am content
My proclivity to create, impassioned
Artists create pictures with paint
Poets create pictures with words
Poetry breathes
I inhale