Do we as writers create emotional bridges

As writers, are we all but seducers of the minds of others We silently kiss in friendship As they read one of our poetic gifts? (À lone voice whispers) Do we as writers create emotional bridges That needs to be crossed Like visionaries like Robert Frost For the readers to follow our trail of black fonts into the darkness We sometimes visit, when developing new projects About inspirational strengths or themes of spiritual weakness Some may feel compelled to call us charlatans New reborn Kings and Queens of somewhere totally cosmopolitan Seducers of fragile minds And hold us upright As just sinners and bringers of emotional tragedies Using poetry as liquid oxygen But at the core Our message can also simply be this Do more Live for any form of happiness and find and treasure a loving muse Paint touching visceral pictures through stories Using music or poetry as your lyre And put them to good use Never lament old age as it tries to freeze your youthful body Once so beautiful and lithe So in ending In long days When your weary heart seems heavy, and you lose hope and feel all emotions Linked to love or compassion has suddenly died Look towards tomorrow's new eyes and be lifted up in Dawn’s rose-flushed arms And find a way to Others and yourself to Forgive Even if you've cried Then stand back and look into life’s deep mirrors and always remember You have so much more To still give And embrace this thought denied to so many Some slowly Some suddenly As you read this You still have one of life's greatest gifts Be proud Because so much good can still happen Because you still live (C) Copyright John Duffy