This Be a Writer ..
Ink flows into the crevices of parchment
feathering the fiber lines like tributaries,
a micro-world where symbols pervade the meshed filaments,
delivering images to a mind in reflection of the writers intent,
a process of magical affirmation, miraculous connection,
attesting the mental acuity of man.
We pass on images,
symbols of meaning to understand,
to replicate thought from one mind to another,
thoughts so detailed and clear that subtle nuances find a heart,
live on in the mind of the receiver,
the writer the custodian of knowledge.
And ink dries hard, like islands upon the parchment,
formed in vast arrays of shape, evoking letters of intention,
and if the writer be skilled,
words unsaid between the lines resound,
adding to the mystery of the written word,
the miracle of connection.
And in a sentient mind these words ring loud,
painting pictures in color and contrast and hue,
and the readers relives the writers mind,
his secret knowing, his purposeful plans alive,
as if spoken true and ears perceived,
and so we choose, so share minds, with our words.
This be a writer.