I have written down the words I’ve thought,
And arranged them on the page.
I have created characters to write about,
And described their looks and age.
I have created lives for them to live.
And words for them to say.
And created choices for them to make,
All while they work and play.
I gave them a heart, not just a brain,
To allow for them to feel.
To make them as human as I could,
In hopes that they’d seem real.
The relationships I have put them in,
Is the most important thing of all.
For just like their human counter parts
To give comfort if they fall.
So after all is said and done.
I tell you of my plight,
The only thing that concerns me now,
Are the pages left to write.
(c) 2016 Edward York
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Author:
lasergraph (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I write novels as well as poetry and this is a basic description of my process. I write about writing often.
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To the author, "The end" means, "What to write next?' We described, lg!
A fine write about writing L.
A nice writing about "writing". Please let us know when you finish your novel.
Beautiful poem. The work of a poet.
I thank you
lasergraph, I truly like this poem, or as you say 'description of process'. And while you are right that novels come from the brain, without heart they are nothing but a series of words.
You are an excellent writer!
I thank you. I enjoy writing, I don't see it as work. Maybe that is how it should be. I see many here who obviously enjoy their craft. A great assembly of talent surrounds us.
I too like to write of writing poetry. Oh how it comes together. This is a great piece lasergraph. ; )
I follow your writing closely and thanks for your kind words.
You're welcome and thank you for reading my writes. ; )
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