To Write

An ode to writing

To write

 

How do I describe this feeling?
When words well up within me,
Like the rushing of a tide,
Tears at the corner of my eyes.

Overwhelmed,
My fingers stray across the board,
Quivering,
It moves on its own accord,
Feverish,
The patter of my fingers on the board,
Relieved,
My soul of its hoard.

These words were never mine,
Nor those of poets past,
The muses gave us these lines,
To sing of tales to last.
 
Trembling,
I am beside myself with joy,
Tender,
My scratch on parchment,
Humbled,
I am by the world,
Furious,
My passion.

Sing to me O' muse,
For I am your vessel,
Sing to me O' muse,
Your earthly voice.

 

~Sean~

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

"tears" don't "stand" anywhere. At the very least cliche I can think of, they "well". Its own accord has an extra apostrophe error. Relieved has a "v" not "f". My soul.. its hoard. I don't know what that means and you wrote "it's". That means "it is", but you probably already know that. The last stanza is brilliant. It's actually the only stanza that wasn't generic or common diction-wise. Meter is pretty regular. I think that was purposed. Tone is very tremulous, nervous, angst-driven. Really great. Pacing is a little slow. An edit ought to do the trick.

[♥ Lexii Boo &hea..]

i love your use of words! great write i am very impressed :D

[A Jainam Mehta]

Loved the way you have used the words for rhyming and revealing thoughts.