Writing is my kind of art
Ink and paper form my clay
Emotions from my heart
Join reminiscings of my day
At first my words are jumbled
As I lay them out
Readers would be challenged
To know what they’re about
But as I keep on writing
Words gently fall in place
I’ve learned I’m at my best
Writing at a fevered pace
Like Willma Willis Gore
Who’s been writing since a teen
Now at nearly ninety-three
She daily writes of life she’s seen
I will do as Willma tells me
At my desk I’ll “sit” and “stay”
I’ll form and mold my words
Until my thoughts I can convey
Keep it short and interesting
Is often what I hear
But how to cut my words
Beloved friends who are so dear?
I’ve so many things to say
With much to do and learn
That’s why I value membership
In the group called Writers of Kern
With great speakers who bring insight
And critiques to correct my wrongs
Exercises to prompt my brainpower
And tips to keep my writing strong
My prose will keep on coming
Telling stories through written word
As long as my Muse is faithful
And creative thoughts are spurred
Yes, painting, sculpture, music
Loved like art upon the stage
But I’ll keep on writing words
That they might dance upon the page
—Karen Sallee
Annis Cassells says
Your poem captures the feelings of so many of us. Thank you, Karen. xoA
Terry Redman says
This is how I feel when I write poetry. My poems are the art I produce to let my soul speak. Keep writing. TR