Why I Write
How else would I describe the setting sun?
The beauty of pink and yellow glow
How would I describe being in love?
When the boy and girl just know
What about the scents of the earth?
The smell of fresh cut grass
Or those emotions that surround us
Like the memories of the past
What about a shooting star
Simply just gone in a flash?
Cameras would do it no justice
As it makes a heavenly dash
Pictures don’t capture feelings
A photo can’t compare to a word
You can capture the flight of a sparrow
But you can’t show the grace of the bird
Stories can be descriptive
But often their beauty doesn’t reach
A poem’s words flow through the heart
Something a teacher couldn’t teach
How could I describe my aching heartbreak?
When love falls shattered to the floor
And could any other but a poem
Depict a majestic lion’s roar?
Paintings don’t even touch it
Showing our world in blues and golds
Sculptors can’t make life like poems
Words far out-reach their molds
I came to this art
When I realized these things
So much could not be expressed
Could I not fly on poetry’s wings
Words flow through the pen
And etch into your soul
To spread the beauty of the meaning
That is the final goal
I can express the sound of dragonflies
As they begin to take flight
I can describe the harmonious peace
On a particularly starry night
The depth of the waves
The light of the sky
See someone born
Watch someone die
I can finally use my senses
My taste, my touch, my sight
I began my poetry through this knowledge
This is why I write