Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Poetry Outlet...

I have never considered myself a writer.  Of any caliber.  However, it is something that I enjoy doing.  Usually I write for myself in an effort to express thoughts and feelings.  Sometimes those thoughts and feelings come through, sometimes I fail miserably.  I was always encouraged to write by my family and by a variety of English teachers I had throughout school.  For all that encouragement, I say "thank you", though you, dear reader, may feel otherwise after reading some of my work.

I have always harbored a not-to-secret desire to be a songwriter.  I don't need to pen a "popular" hit but I would count it a great honor if at least one phrase from my musings could touch or move one person in some small way.  I only mention this because, the way I see it, a great song often starts as a great poem.  Think about it.  Any song that really moves you upon hearing it can have the same effect when you read its words (though obvious differences in media should be taken into account).  I guess in my effort to write a good poem, I'm essentially trying to write a good song.  We'll see...

Here's an older poem from my collection.

If Words Were Meant


If words were meant
And deeds could save
There'd be none left
Within their grave.

Who would choose
To pass away
If belief were as easy
As to simply say?

What works of ours
No matter how grand
Will wrought or stay
What God has planned?

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