Man of Words
I'm a man of few words.
But when I speak, I want my words to count.
So, I think deeply about what to say,
How to express my thoughts in the best way.
Then I take out my paintbrush—-the keyboard—
And dip into the well of my heart.
Using the precious pigments of pain, joy, and hope,
I trace an outline of thought.
Combining light and darkness,
I create shades of meaning.
My subject is sometimes obvious.
But, often I use the background
To draw one's eye to the subject.
My subject sometimes lies in rhythm and rhyme,
Sometimes in fantasy and lore,
Sometimes in pontification.
Yet, every pixelated word, every crafted line,
Seeks to inspire, to motivate, to heal.