Why I write...part 2

[pinerow]

Why I Write 2
Ramon Pinero 12/09/2004



it is no
wonder
at least
to me
as to
why
writers
do what
they do
why they
lay
bare
all
those
inside
secrets
inside
pains
those
inside
horrors
that we
face
everyday.

for some
it is
the
only path
to
sanity
(or what some
have
come to call,
reality)



for others
it is
the lifeline
needed
in
order to
hang on.
in order to
breathe
in order
to taste
the wonder
that is
a well-placed
kiss
the beauty
that is
the sunset
or the
birth
of another
day.

there are
those
who
write
without
emotion
and
others
with too
much.

I write
cause
god
tells me to.

every time
the gleam in
my little
girls eyes
illuminates
the path
ahead.

whenever
my
boys
give
me
that
“I didn’t
do
it”
look
and
cannot
tell the
truth
not
realizing
that the
deeper
they do
the harder
it gets.

I write
because
the
women
in my
life
have
somehow
managed to
look past
the
asshole
I was
and
allowed
the man
in me
to thrive
and most
of all
to
survive.




they have
given me
the gift
that grows
exponentially
every time
you give it
away
freely.

I write
because
of a little
girl
who
looks
at
me with
eyes
of wonderment
and smiles
so bright
the
sun
must take
a back
seat
and
Aphrodite
and Diana
step
to the side
allowing her
beauty
the center
stage
she
deserves.

I write
because of
that nappy
hair
those
big
brown
eyes
that
redbone
beauty
and
Masai
princess
that
Ibo queen
and Aztec
prince
who
god
has blessed
me with.


I write
because
the
words
that flow
today
will
be carried
by my
grand children
to their
children
and then
to their
children
and thus,
I will
be
immortal.

[JitterbugPerfume]

1. absolutely beautiful

you have a priceless gift

[pinerow]

5. Thank you...

nt

[oneighty]

2. Once I wrote poems for just 'cause I wanted to

Then in periods of depression I wrote too much emotion-let it all hang out poems many of which were destroyed in a fire.

I wrote 'Batten' a few weeks ago. I have no plans for more poetry.

Just as well I suspect.

It is good I do not write for a living.

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[pinerow]

3. oneighty...poems are rarely planned...they just sort of happen...

nt

[oneighty]

4. Yes that is my experience

Like a flowing well gushing. Water. You ever see a flowing well?

I have a SEAL friend that is part South American Indian. I must check to see which one. He speaks an ancient language too he tells me.

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[KaliTracy]

6. "I have no plans for more poetry" --- ah, but what if the poetry has

plans for you?



Several years ago I went on a writing retreat with a bunch of teachers -- (I was a teacher at the time) -- I went, fully intending to work on fiction and non-fiction. I thought I was "done" with my childhood poems (a couple which I've posted here) which I wrote while in a graduate poetry class.

Was I wrong. And did the poems take me to places I didn't think I wanted to go. I would say that perhaps the poet never chooses the poem. The poem chooses the poet.

[pinerow]

7. I agree...

nt

[Steel City Slim]

8. Very Nice