How I love to write

I’d rather write than eat or fight.

I pen these poems and tales with all my might,

When I rework it enough I’ll always get it just right!

Oh

I live a life of a rolling stone,

And in it I find the words to my own life song.

Aw

The many villains and alluring Jezabels,

I describe these vivid erotic dreams

And bitter realities so well.

We all live for something

And I live for mine.

Let me speak of my flying wing,

Since its writing the next line.

Beginning at 0500 on every Sunday,

I submit poems and stories in batches of three.

I know deep down that somehow I’ll leave my own legacy;

But in all honest truth I want to make a best selling story!

It's not pots of gold I wish to make,

But if somebody offers I’ll ne’er hesitate!

It's not for fame and glory that I languish in my wait,

I do it simply for the pleasure I find  in my ability to create!

I’ve been writing since the first grade of my life.

My initiating experience was one of two family poems published in a local paper

The day before Christmas eve night.

My second experience was in an educational  journal about conservation,

My finely crafted article was accepted with great elation.

Oh,

Nowadays I have came so far,

Yet

I still wish hard upon a falling star.

I feel as if I need to pull harder to make it over that veiled bar,

Maybe then I can cruise town in a luxurious car!

H.L. Dowless is a thirty five year writer who loves travel, exploring, and living life on the edge.