A Plea to the Kindred Spirits

Written as an advertisement for my Writers' Club...

There’s power in a pencil, there’s might in a pen;
The kind that moves children, women, and men;
That spurs them to action; that awakens their souls;
That fills in their lives where there used to be holes.
There’s power in a poem, there’s might in a story;
The kind that cheers honor and celebrates glory;
That inspires hearty laughter, or draws tears from the eyes;
The strength to solve problems no matter the size.
There’s power in words, might you write them on paper;
The kind that turns mental cement into vapor;
Or melts it; a phase change to make matters worse;
Or better, depending on form, rhyme, or verse.
There’s power in you, there’s might in expression;
Whether disorderly or wrought with discretion.
There’s no telling what passions you’ll stir or ignite
No telling how much you’ll amaze and delight
Or challenge or anger, baffle or excite.
It starts with an idea, no matter how slight.
Do you have one? If so, it’s YOU I invite
Come. Share. There is no wrong. Just write.

©Jeff Wilson, 2008