Subject chosen before pen marks pad – an empty cold sheet stares back,
Poised as the writer lets their mind run free; at this point the words – only they can see.
They shape and build the characters of whom they use then cast aside
their lives forged like tools,
the writer makes them warm and loved or worthless fools.
That God like pen builds forests, towns, makes seas and rivers flow
starts wars with love and guns, gives birth to daughters – sons.
Adds hate to twist a plot, brings things to life that we think should not,
casts doubt on our deepest truth, puts images in our mind to see.
The present mind of the writer shall be the future mind of the reader,
With the pen this power shall always be.
Author – Richard Gray
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