I have written well and wretchedly,
in crayon and ink,
with bombast and aplomb
and fear underneath.
I have written on the tops of toilet seats
from the depths of despair
and in glass-walled buildings
while my soul was asleep.
I have written for praise
and for dolls
and for cash
and for naught.
I have written for the stage
and The Man
and the screen
and the hell of it.
I wrote
because it is what I was taught
and how I was wired
and why I might be here.
But I write
because it is the only way
I know how to sing.
xxx
c
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OMG, this one really spoke to me today. As a writer, I can totally relate to this. “It is the only way I know how to sing”… WOW. That’s just so awesome!
“…the only way I know how to sing”. That’s it, that’s it exactly. Thank you!
Dear Colleen,
I simply LOVE the end!!
Dutchie greetz,
Marion
this is gorgeous.
thank you.
Your ‘singing’ helps us all find our own voice.
I agree with everyone before me…This is BEAUTIFUL. Simple, but at the same time deep and with heart and sould into it. Thank you, thank you. What a great way to start my Thursday December 10th.
LOVE IT!!!!!
If I could only buy my very own copy of ‘The Collected Poems of Colleen Wainwright’, then I wouldn’t have to keep printing them out every Thursday. Plus I’d be helping save a tree or two, wouldn’t I?
I agree with everyone before me. This is BEAUTIFUL. It is simple, but at the same time, deep, and, with heart and soul into it. Thank you, thank you. What a great way to start my Thursday December 10th.
LOVE IT!!!!
Juan Carlos
Touched a chord…to be sure.
Enjoy the Season….Suzanne
Colleen, Your poems are wonderful. You have an amazing gift. Keep sending them! And your other writing is great too! Keep it going!
You are magnificent.
You have written your way into the hearts of many,
including me, sweet C, because you take your “particular”
into our “universal” …
In so doing you write “right” and timely in this holiday…..
Here’s mine in response to that sentiment:
Remember the many
compartments of the heart,
the seed of what is
possible. So much of who
we are is defined by
the places we hold for each
other. For it is not our ingenuity
that sets us apart, but our
capacity for love, the
possibility our way will
be lit by grace. Our hearts
prisms, chiseling out the
colors of pure light.
So lovely!
I’m noticing a pattern: the ones that seem to resonate the most are the ones that make me cry writing them.
Thank you, all, for the warm and generous notes. So very much appreciated.
Chiming in to say that I love this too. Thank you.
It made me think of one of my favorite songs, “Sing” by the Dresden Dolls, in all the right ways: http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Sing/1543238.
Ah, once again … you are why I love Thursdays!
love the last stanza
i love your thursday poems. I always skip over them on those weeks that I am behind and trying to plow through my emails – deleting things I might otherwise read and save them for times like now. Sunday afternoon when I am only mildly behind the eight ball and can really enjoy them. Thanks – Cheri
I’m pleased and honored. Thank you so much for letting me know.
Beautiful!!
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