Donald Justice, lauded modern poet, wrote in his "Poem" -
"This poem is not addressed to you,
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one,
You will have changed before the poem will."
Its last two lines:
"And it does not matter what you think,
This poem is not addressed to you."
If your words do not speak to the reader, do not expect her to listen ... or to come back for more.
Here is a snippet from SUNDAY MORNING by Wallace Stevens, another lauded modern poet:
"Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights,
All pleasures and all pains, remembering,
The bough of summer and the winter branch,
These are measures destined for her soul."
One snippet was a slap to your face, the other was a murmur to your soul.
Which did you like more?
“You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose.
That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words.
That is your role, your gift.”
- Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
“Writing is something you do alone.
Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story
but don't want to make eye contact while doing it."
- John Green