My Mighty Pen

Poetry was my first love.

My Lair

As my writing cravings grew, prose wooed me away.

I was torn between two lovers.

Why must I choose? I wont! I can’t.

I will hold you both in my arms; come what may.

We will learn and grow, mingle and love each other.

Our fruit will be vivid, nourishing, life-giving.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wrote this fun poem a few years ago, as I was musing over these thoughts:

My Mighty Pen

Ah, quiet.
Desires stirring.
Characters growing,
filling up the recesses of my mind.
Light floods in.
The dam breaks.
My pen ebbs and flows across the scene,
keeping rhythm with the dictates of my thoughts.
“Mom, What’s for dinner?”
Visions die on the tip of my pen.
Faces recede into the shadows.
My pen is transformed into a sword.
I wield it with abandon till all has been conquered
and thrown into the pot.
Ah, one more hour to simmer and dream…

~~~~~

How has your writing branched out and mutated over the years?

About Debbie Bec

Welcome to my life. I wear many hats: Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandma, Friend, Mentor, Teacher, Writer...all of my "hats" hang on the tree of my faith in Christ. This blog is about the journey of faith in all of life's joys and messiness. For "In Him we live and move and have out being" (Acts 17:28) Christ is: "Our surety of life, realized." (based on Hebrews 11:1) Does this sound strange to you or make perfect sense? We are all on this journey together. I hope my journey will spark empathy and bring encouragement to your own journey through life. Come, walk with me... ~All pictures are taken by or owned by me, unless otherwise stated.~ ~~~ About twenty years ago, as I was flipping to the next month on an inspirational calendar, my eyes were drawn to a quote. My breath hitched, a torch was lit. I had an epiphany as I read: “There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.” ~William Makepeace Thackeray (how fitting is his middle name). I prayed, and I knew from that moment that being a writer was in my veins and in my future. The words and musings in my head would have an audience someday. Starting, today.
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