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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: The Reader (04/15/10)

TITLE: For I am the Writer
By Lacy Marsh
04/18/10


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How I have held the pen-
The time that has past
Has been the story of my own hand
My voice, stretched and inked, across the parchment of used time

Laboring in the center of my genius, masterfully, I scripted all out
Careful to etch my desires and passions and dreams
Never scratching to rewrite
Words placed best upon the page for I, the character, to play

Chapters came, and chapters came to close
The pen now searching
For allusions that eluded this tale
Among the ties left hanging in hopeless rows, tattered upon my page

Cascading was the descent into despair
Fingers still grasping the Masterpiece
Written of my life and its days, falling
Until the day the Letter came

“You are not the Writer,”
The lines lavished in brilliant light,
“For the tale you tell is
Hardly of Life

I am the Writer,
My pen resting captive inside your palm
Is the holder of beauty no mind and soul birthed
Could comprehend and create

These pages are Mine
And you, Child, are scripted as Blessed
A hopeful part to play;
Place the ink upon my hand and heaven eternal shall open to sing

Melodies of amber fire blazing glory atop the skies
Lovers, o valiant lovers, whose kisses capture teardrops
Streams on meadow-side, laughter in lilies white,
Verses of sunset and the strength of hope to become

Mountains that beckon and call at command
Fields blowing golden with rich blossomed joy
Summer’s breath from heaven’s very bosom
Into beautiful dawn

You see, my child,
The story is incomplete
And this pen lies still upon the stained page
For I am the Writer
And you the Reader


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Lisa Keck04/22/10
Very good. I thought it was a good candidate for this next challenge which is the writing craft until I got to the end. Good thing to remember. He's already written the story. We are just here to turn the pages and watch it unfold.
Mildred Sheldon04/23/10
I was enthralled with your poem. Yes we all can write but there is only one arthor and perfector Jesus Christ. Thank you for such a beautiful poem.
Charla Diehl 04/23/10
I am so glad I chanced upoon reading this lovely poem. You wrapped it up perfectly with the message of Who the Writer is.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/25/10
This is a fresh take on the topic and your words are eloquent and powerful.
wendell brown 06/25/10
The poem held me captive...allowing me to digest it most inner meanings. From the beginning to the end the writers use of so many succulent words did appease my appetite as i took the journey with her. And it as worthwhile.