Why I Write

Poetry or stories written, but kept hidden should never have been written in the first place. They have to be shared to validate their worth. The more they are shared, the higher their value. After reading my words, think me the fool, or think me the prince. It matters little which, for thinking of me validates my life and places a momentary marker of my existence in this universe.

RKW - 12/19/89


I put together a collection of some short stories that were presented to my mother for Christmas in 1989. I think it was the most love filled gift I could have ever given her. These are a few of those.

Speaking to a Goddess is one that is recent. I almost didn't save this one but at the last moment decided I wanted to add it to my collection. I'm glad I did. I wrote it with a specific lady in mind and I hope she doesn't mind everyone seeing this.

Most of the time I feel like I have something inside that is trying to get out through my writings and poetry. Once in awhile things seem to come together and I'm able to put down the feeling of the moment into words. One such moment happened a few days ago and I was able to save the moment in A Nickle's Worth of Sunshine.


Another one that I've written this year that I felt was worth a bit of ink and pad is Write To Me.

Most of what I write is done spur of the moment and seldom do I go back and edit them, so if you find flaws, typing errors, or such, ignore them as inconsequential to the moment they came to life.

This is one I wrote for a lady that is still special in my life:

Wish upon a shooting star
As midnight lights burn bright
And hold a soul close to your heart
To warm the chilling night

Think of me as brave and stout
Your life, I guard with mine
And drift to sleep, safe and secure
For now and all of time

Though demons come and foes abound
Their danger real and true
The mighty shield I weld to them
Draws strength from love for you

Ever growing, more and more
And purified by time
I'll never let my vigil fail
For hope that you'll be mine

Whisper not a single word
Lest spoken from thy heart
And worry not of love gone blind
For that's how love does start

RKWoodward 6-16-1990