BUT WRITE SISTER, WRITE: Write sister, write, says that voice inside your head, Which echoes too, within your heart & in your soul, Write in rhyme, prose, haiku, in sonnets & quatrains, Write in any form you wish, but write sister, write.
Write poetry & stories, of your life, & lives of others, Of folk from other parts, & those to you, who are near, Pen your hymns & psalms & scribe your songs of praise, To your God & the Gods of others, but write sister, write.
Write of world’s lost histories, of life’s mysteries & of sex, Of loves lost & gained, fairness & battles that were useless, Write with quill or crayon, pen, pencil, charcoal, chalk or ink, Write with sweat, wrenched gut, or blood, but write sister, write. Write of all you know, see, hear, taste & feel, of every joy & pain, Write of Heaven, Hell, life & death, & of all that is in between, Tell us of purging, of purgatory & Limbo, of ecstasy & sinning, Of everything that’s pristine clean & dirty, but write sister, write.
Write upon paper, parchment, on screen in typed clicked fingers, In sleazy bars, upon beer mats, on tissued napkins, or upon sands, Whisper your words or shout them, to mountains, seas & rivers, Write love letters within all your dreams, but write sister, write. Write of leaders & losers, cads, cadgers, villains & Don Juans, Of Saints & babies, of tramps, soldiers, & the aged so well lived, Of mystical beasts, of mystics, monks, Druids & everyday men, Of all women, all children, of you & me, but write sister, write.
Write of grey street corners, of green forests & of floral fields, Of moons, suns, stars, of blue & grey skies & deep rolling seas, Of meandering rivers, scudding clouds, lone islands & deserts, Of the faces & places you know & don’t, but write sister, write.
Write of birds & beasts, but don’t write for anyone else but you, Write of wishes yearned in prayers, write it messy, write it neat, There is no right way, nor wrong way to write it, just do it, write, Make love to words, those friends & foes, but write sister, write.
Write of all countries, states, nations, villages, towns, & cities, Make it beautiful, scarred, or ugly, quirky, or downright pretty, Write it dangerous, write it safe, make it irksome & even easy, Make folk feel uneasy, happy or queasy, but write sister, write. Write all of it, put it down, jot it, note it, scribble it, write it all, And when you think all is written, done, finished & completed, Those voices within your head, heart & soul will pay you a visit, They’ll whisper, shout & sing with passion, but write sister, write, For it will never ever be done, it is merely something called life. POETRY BY – SUE LOBO
For those of you that may not know’ she’s the poet of all times…
truly thank you for sharing these words with me Sue Lobo🖤💙❤💛🧡💕
◇ – Diamond Hard – ◇
◇ But it would seem do not “write” of Goddess; do not “write” of Our Mother Nature as only “God” is worthy of been “written” about as Goddess works hard Behind The Throne, as SHE!!! has done through The Ages…a Tireless Machine that eventually Breaks Down in to some form of MADNESS!!! ergo, We Ignore Goddess at Our Peril EveryOne; this Planet of Ours, Gaia, is a Lady and SHE!!! is Losing Patience
◇ – Diamond Hard – ◇
Thank you for sharing this post, this poem, this preach … and I thank her that she writes, true to “…don’t write for anyone else but you,” In response to the earlier commenter, nobody should be held responsible for listing all the options, but for pulling the new ones out of silence and into naked speech … which is exactly what she did in Goddess, Gaia. she writes not a recipe but an invitation.
So I might read her and say – I write from the alcoholism that wasted so many years, I write from the fur of my warm dog and remembered fear of being behind bars in maximum security, I write from being loved and being harmed, I write from this winter snow and that tattered old bible that from it’s first chapter tells me God is not male.
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Maren may I feature You Maren with this on my blog, this is so powerful I read it twice and I can not express enough how much this speaks wow!!! Thank you sister this is poetry as you have responded to the call. i’m here for this… I’ll wait for you to say yea or nay and I’ll also included a link to your blog as well with your permission.