Words shaped into
A poem
A story
A book
An Essay
Of
Ideas
Hopes
Dreams
Desires
Knowledge
Understanding
Stumbled upon
By complete unkowns

Woven word revelations
Intertwined for the first time
That is the fate of a writer who
No, never duplicates
Not cut & paste artisans
Of chain email letters
Submitted to the authors den of equity
Obscured by pretty pictures
And sentimentality
A true pen to paper
Or finger to keys writer
Proposes prosaically
A web of words
Never heard nor seen
But only dreamt
Or perhaps desired
No iron lung needed
As we breathe our thoughts
Onto a page or screen
And fight off disease
Drat that writers block
As if it were TB

(Please check my revised bio for further understanding of this poem)