My first sense of the aversion raised by Frost,
Walls swelled under, yet, I could not exhaust
The barriers confronted on life's twisted path.
Too enervating loosing one's sole fisted wrath,
I pierce the wall that poets have not crossed
And speak to you, my audience, in verse,
Trusting the directed words that I asperse
Will convey the meaning hoped to impart,
Even more, some verbal beauty from my art,
Into which, fair reader, you elatedly immerse.
Gratified, I, the poet, have but you to thank,
The wall of separation loses one more plank,
Between us communication is not lost,
Better that understanding be dispersed.
We speak and therefore are, Descartes,
Worth much more than gold or any cost.
Author notes
I write only to entertain and speak to my audience.
A contest entry
- Why do you write? by Simp.
410 points, ended May 25, 19 entries
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Thanks for entering my contest. You answered what I've asked in the authors notes but I wanted it in the writing.
I've read this a few times and maybe it's because I'm a bit slow and your writing is sophisticated. It's either you wrote something to show me that you write to entertain others or you're telling me why in your poem. Explaining it to me
I do like what you have written here but I am confused.
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