Title: A Writer's Experiences

Author: Calenlass Greenleaf

Disclaimer: Aragorn and Legolas belong to J. R. R. Tolkien. The words of this poem belong to me.

Summary: I don't know what possessed me to write this. Must be my mood—I'm a compulsive person. Written in an hour without editing, so don't be too surprised if there are some mistakes floating around. Anyway, it's just a few thoughts that come whenever I write poems.


"Poetry ought to go straight to the heart because it has come from the heart." – Friedrich Schiller

"And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touched by the thorn." – Thomas Moore

"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty them. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it." – Herman Melville


A Writer's Experiences

As I stare into nothingness,

Or into a blank screen,

I think of Aragorn and Legolas,

Of their many adventures.

oOo

I think of what they have been through,

In all the stories I have read,

Of their mishaps and ordeals,

Of their journeys and misfortunes.

oOo

I close my eyes and remember what I've read.

Long stories filled with emotion,

Short stories with a beautiful touch—

oOo

A sudden urge comes over me.

To write down what I feel,

To put my deepest thoughts onto paper.

oOo

Words began appearing in my mind.

Little words, big words,

Strange words, distinctive words.

oOo

And before I know it,

I'm writing it down,

Typing it down.

oOo

Hurrying, scrambling,

Hunting for just the right words,

I seek for the touch,

The magic that will bring the words to life.

oOo

Thoughts of the elf and ranger fly through my mind,

Whispering, nudging,

Prodding me to make haste.

To finish before the moment disappears.

oOo

I try my best to put my feelings onto paper,

To look for the emotions that stir the heart,

Or use words that make one think.

oOo

When I at last conclude the poem,

I stare at the words,

Thinking, musing,

Wondering if there is more.

oOo

I wait until something inside tells me, "It's done."

And I know I can add nothing more.

Calenlass Greenleaf

The End


A/N: Comments, anyone?