The Writer

From where comes that burning spark
That lights a lantern in the dark,
And from its shadowed prison frees
The story, as the mind it sees.

The thoughts released from darkness then
To form their words before the pen;
These words that come from deep within
Upon the page their freedom win.

And where was just an empty plain
A line is writ and writ again
Of maidens fair and heroes bold,
Until the story all is told.

And there the words - before his eyes
The tale upon the pages lies.
Now in the wider world it lives;
To thoughts, the words, the writer gives.

poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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