What is the quintessential nature of our relationship- yours (the Reader) and mine (the Writer?)
I am,
Nothing more than an ardent lover,
Of books and words.
I can
Roll a solitary gorgeous word,
Or turn of phrase over in my mind,
Admiring the shape of it,
The power of it,
The sheer bloody cleverness of it.
The word is a truly lovely thing.
I bow
Down upon my humble knees,
Lift my chewed pen in the air and despair.
I worship
With soul draining intensity-
The Gods of the Written Word.
I cry
My eyes become moist,
When The Writing Gods,
Turn their faces from me .
I smile
My mind tap dances with glee
When inspiration is upon me.
I seek
To lushly coat truth,
With a thickly chocolaty,
Layer of lies.
I call
My concoction- 'Fiction',
Baked in the oven of my soul,
Adorned with my essence.
I birthed it.
Given it, tremulous offering,
Freely to you,
DEAR READER.
If you have the will,
Read with my blessing.
We are connected,
Through time and space.
You'll have toured the cellars
Of my mind.
I hope
To ever so lightly,
Touch yours.
By A.Sims
