I have always wanted to be a poet. Not the kind that makes a living from writing poetry, that is too daunting a thought. But a small poet, who writes things that please her and that she can share with her corner of the world. Well, friends, this is finally going to happen. I have signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo in July, and I plan to create a collection of my own poetry. Here is my first poem, the title poem.
These Words Are Not Enough
These words are not enough to quell your pain and calm your fears.
These words cannot dissuade your heart from bursting into tears.
We know the secret soul may cry though outer self is dry.
These words, you hope, will feed your soul and soothe your troubled breast.
These words are trinkets, baubles, jewels that cannot give you rest.
Both soul and body must be fed or else the man is dead.
These words are tools you wield to wage your wars or nurture peace.
These words give names to hopes and fears when they begin or cease.
I beg choose carefully a word and by whom it is heard.