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Puzzled Writer
A Freeverse Poem
What is writing?
The answer — shattered, scattered, and secluded into a million pieces,
Thousands of voices sharing their shards of wisdom,
I am puzzled trying to piece it together.
Writing is an art,
An expression of one’s soul,
Leaving an impression on pages white,
Painting beautiful pieces that inspire hearts and minds.
No, writing is a science,
Words and phrases chosen from standard tables,
Plugged into proven equations, formatted to perfection,
Following the algorithmic gospel, midway between hell and heaven.
Maybe, writing is a business,
Hasty words vigorously written to widen wallets,
Day in and day out, strangling every drop of passion,
To fill an empty cup with worldly possessions.
Confusion.
But, what if writing has no common definition?
To write is to write what the writer desires.
A creation carved and shared with others,
To find meaning within or beyond what is written.
