1985
Hey, You Undiscovered Writer
August 1985


“Hey, You Undiscovered Writer,” New Era, Aug. 1985, 27

Hey, You Undiscovered Writer

To write a poem

is to give words life their own—

music of the mind.

Freedom to write

pencil lead was made to be worn down.

The death of night calls time its own—

I am not alone.

Someone, somewhere, pours out her soul

probing deep thoughts

for musical unprose.

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