We Write Because...

We write,

Not because we’re professionals

Or perfect

At what we do

But,

When we feel that beautiful feeling

We write because

We want you

To feel it too

We write

If only to share a little

Of our life-window hue

But when God breathes

His Beauty

Over the world

We write because

We want you to

See Him too

So we write of

Hunger and heartache

Of things past,

Yet to come,

We write about leaving

and loving and home

…Of passion’s hurricane

Bold bittersweet

Pleasure and pain

On farewell-cobbled street

We write to the gong

Of one a.m.

Roundels of rain-song

Longing’s diadem

Dusk’s darling doggerel

Dawn’s dew-drenched dream

Midnight’s mute madrigal

Retrospect’s requiem

We write of holding

And then letting go

Of moment’s bestowing

Life’s yeses and No

We write ink-pictures

And portraits of thought

Ravaging hours

For just the right jot

The poet confesses

Fathoms of the heart

Novelist, playwright,

We tear words apart

To measure their music

To treasure the taste

Of moments once more

Plucked from summer’s haste

Where the bloom is still heavy

With diamond of dew

And the heart is a levee

Of ‘missing you’

Or where noon on the boardwalk

Is misty beach-blue

Ah, words are thought’s medium

To experience The View

So, we write

Nothing strange 

Or foreign

Or new

But simply

Because

We want you

To be there too

© Janet Martin