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Why Do I Write?
I was born in an era when Shakespeare,
Shelley and Wordsworth were kings.
Reading them was like hearing
beautiful music and after all these years
…it still is.
I fell in love with Emily Dickenson
and the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam…
What wonderful words of wisdom
they imparted!
I write, because it allows me
to express myself...
My thoughts, my compassion,
my soul... much as my singing
has done all my life.
Now that that part of my life
is waning, I can still be a “diva”
in my own eyes!
I write because my heart tells me to
in the wee hours of the morning
when sleep eludes me.
I write because these thoughts and words
which are choking me...screaming to be free…
must be released.
I write for those who mourn,
or who suffer illness, to console them
and say I understand.
I write for the lonely,
for those who have no hope...
whose stories tug at my heart.
Since I can't hold them close to me,
I try through my poems to convince
them there is hope and tomorrow
will be better.
I write to be heard...to show I am still relevant
and have viable thoughts and
opinions to share with the world.
Experience is still the best teacher.
I write to protest injustice wherever I find it.
To be silent would be cowardly.
I write humorously about inconsequential,
everyday situations, to bring a laugh
or two into our lives.
I wrote my memoirs for
my grandchild, to preserve the past
for future generations.
I wrote poetry to release
grief and sorrow when death came to call,
to help me find peace and acceptance.
I write my religious poetry…
not to flaunt my religion…
but to praise God and thank him
for his sacrifice for me,
and for the peace is presence
brings to me.
I also ask his blessings
for my friends and loved ones
and for the heavy in heart
so that they might find peace
and deliverance from the evils
of this world.
I do not expect my work to be published…
I have no illusions about my talent…
I write for everyman...
most of whom would shy away
from the literary world
and consider it elitist
in the extreme... but when
tragedy befalls them,
they take comfort in simple
words of encouragement
and consolation.
But most of all, I write for the sheer joy of it
and because my soul requires it!
Copyright©2008 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
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Grandma Bea
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On The Cross At Calvary
