Saturday, April 13, 2013

L is for Lots and Little



Sometimes we write lots and lots
Sometimes we write a little
What does it matter to me or to you
If we write at all

My friend, my friend
Come sit a spell
And read the words of another
But don't be troubled if you
Finish it not
For the words are words forever

So whether you read a little
or whether you read a lot
I'm sorry to inform you now,
but really it matters not.

A little here, a lot there
to read and write
is all that matters.

More can be said for
the truth of it all
Is that we love
to write a lot, or is that a little

Really, what does it matter?








11 comments:

Betty Alark said...

Thanks for sharing your poem! It only takes a few words to bring forth a profound meaning!

Betty Alark said...

What an incredible moon! Wow!

Kathy Collier said...

Thanks Betty for your comments. I know, huh, what an awesome moon. I would love to see that in person. The lucky people who take the pictures, right?

helen jameson said...

I enjoyed the poem...especially these lines:
My friend, my friend
Come sit a spell
And read the words of another

Simple and beautiful.

Murees Dupé said...

This a really lovely poem. I always give myself grief for not reading more, but as long as I get some reading and writing done. Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and following it. I am very grateful.

Laura Marcella said...

Hello, Kathy! Nice poem about writing and perfect for National Poetry Month. I agree: the important thing is to write no matter if it's a lot or little!

Happy A to Z-ing! from Laura Marcella @ Wavy Lines

Kathy Collier said...

Thanks Helen. Thanks for stopping by. Glad you enjoyed it.

Kathy Collier said...

Muree: I enjoyed your site. Thanks for enjoying the poem.

Kathy Collier said...

Hi Laura. Thanks for writing the poem and telling me about National Poetry month.

Melissa Sugar said...

Your poem is full of powerful words and imagery. Read a little, write a little , read a lot... it only takes a few, here and there. One word leads to another and then another. Once the spark lights within, we want more. As writers we are hungry for words. I enjoyed your poem.

Kathy Collier said...

Thank you so much Melissa. What kind words.