A verse for writing.com

The tapping of keys that steadily shift,
eyes that blurrily along the screen drift.

With an unseen clarity those that write can see,
the creation, their work, a masterpiece to be.

With focus and power that cannot be written in word,
the storytellers gather a crowd, an ever-curious horde.

They are both shephards that gather a flock,
preparing surrondings for a powerful shock.

As they are providers of a nourishment to the mind.
To all of those that refuse to read, you are forever blind.

One can hope that those of us that write and create,
have customized our given fate.

By nourishing a hope and ideas inside,
built ourselves new worlds that thrive.

Yes, one can hope that such is better..
Than the ones who refuse the way of the letter.

For when writing one needs no real purpose or goal.
It's a matter of creation, of making a whole.

One needs not be a master of word nor art.
A degree in such subjects is worth as much as a fart.

One needs just know enough, to capture ones on thoughts.
For the truest meaning of written words, can bring what is unbrought.

However dislogical this all now might sound.
Try to write out your hearts content.. you'll find yourself forever bound.