The Individual Writer

This started as a recruitment poem for Writers' Club.

The individual writer, a solitary stylus
Yearning to give life to internal beast
Made of urgent perspective kneaded
In the soul and exposed to the yeast
Of creative thought and passionate feeling
That leaves the head spinning
And the heart tugged or reeling.
The individual writer, a solitary stylus
The individual writer, someone to rile us.

The individual writer, to challenge the brain
His or her own, or one that needs learning;
Idea-exposure, like some kind of x-ray
That penetrates flesh, leaves no trace of burning,
But draws a clear picture of inner design
Reveals one’s hidden inherent strength
Or identifies flaws in skull or spine
The individual writer, to challenge the brain
The individual writer, can move or entertain

The individual writer makes simple something more:
An abused orphan becomes wizard supreme;
No, not a horse, but a metaphor for spirit;
A journey through Wonderland instead of a dream.
The mind, heart, and soul – served from a golden plate
When a writer shapes feelings and thoughts to words
And a reader restores them to their original state
The individual writer makes simple something more
The individual writer not only fashions but opens the door.

© 2009, Jeff Wilson