“Hello, My friends. here is a poem about the experience of reading a book for the first time. Now, I’ve read books from the earliest age. The entrapment of those words is why I became a writer. I transition through different periods of writing. The worst trying to be published and losing the love. Now, I’m beyond publishing, I write at last for me and the magic is returning.”
“Do not write to publish – Write for the love and if publishing is your destiny it will take care of itself. “
The Author Gave Me Words
I bought a book today
The cover was my draw
Its blurb sounded okay
I liked what I saw
The contents made me frown
All the author gave were words
There was no picture, nor a sound
I expect more by thirds
Then I began to read
The story started to excite
Every word planted a seed
For my imagination to ignite
These covers contain a world
They hold a population of souls
A story ready to be unfurled
By words with miracle roles
The author is the magician
Their words open portals
For they have a mission
To entrap the minds of mortals
Thanks for reading my friends.
There’s more in the Poetry Corner, Poetry Nook, and the Short Story Collection
Have a great day!
Hey Mason great to have you back. Love this poem. Books are magical.
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Hello, Sadje,
Thank you so much!
My neice was reading to me yesterday, she said ‘Isn’t magical how writers get so many people and places in books just using words. She was right and this poem resulted.
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You’re most welcome my friend! Yes writers create magic with words and their imagination.
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The best kind of magic too, it requires the reader to read their words to evoke the spell of pure imagination.
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Absolutely! And everyone uses their imagination and sees something different
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Isn’t that incredible – a thousand people could read the same book and if they each did a report of what they saw and felt it’d be different.
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Very right.
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So good to see you back here again, Mason! And yes, those words are wonderfully true. Your niece is one smart cookie.
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Hello, Lois, How are you?
Thank you so much!
Haha, she’s only nine and makes me feel stupid, I tell you. I love that she has the reader bug though.
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Glad to have you back, Mason!
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Hello, Lou. Thank you so much!
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Brilliant!! Good to see you!!
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Hello, Ruth. How are you?
Thank you so much!
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I’m doing ok, thx!
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That’s great, take care Ruth.
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I miss just enjoying books. Thanks for some nostalgia.
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H Hetty, How are you?
Writing really steals the love of just reading and getting lost in a good story doesn’t it.
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Such beautiful words 💕
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Hello, Maria.
Thank you so much!
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Love it Mason, I started writing again this week and I’m following the same advice. I write for myself now 😊
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Hello! Thank you so much.
There’s nothing but mental demons for the publishing author these days, so if we love writing there really is no other way but t do it just for us.
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A wonderful poem, Mason. I enjoyed what you wrote at the beginning about the love of writing versus writing to publish! Wise words.
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Hello, Brenda.
Thanks for reading. A wiseness born of too much pain from publishing I’m afraid.
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I’m so sorry to hear that.
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It’s okay, thank you.
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Beautiful poem! It felt like it’s magic lit up slowly but indefinitely!🌻
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Hello,
Thank you so much for your lovely comment,
regards Mason
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