I write because (and how) the rain is wet,
because the scent of snow is wild
because of cause and reason
when winds are mild in spring
because (and why) the seasons shift.
I write because I need my words
to firework, to bleed like autumn leaves
or die as mud.
I write with words for sky and six feet under
with my bullet words and butterflies.
I write because you read.
Age of Reason by Alphonse Mucha
Written for Susie’s prompt at toads.
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January 24, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You had me at /my bullet words and butterflies/. I also dug to/die as mud/. Your message is attractive; perhaps a prompt for a future Poetics?
Oh … thank you… I think we can have it… but today it was the prompt for toads.
A poem that resonates with writers. What are we without words?
“I write because you read”….
Brilliant last line.
Ha! We eneded on the same note. We write because somebody somewhere reads….yes!
Totally makes sense ! 🙂
What marvelous reasons and your last words sum it all up. Thank you for taking part in the prompt!
Bjorn- I love your words, but especially these: I write because I need my words
to firework, to bleed like autumn leaves
or die as mud.
powerful images you’ve chosen, ideas combined in unique ways, as I’ve come to appreciate, over the years (as many others) – and your select choice in the crafting, the opening line — and “how” the rain is wet, is most certainly why you may be a physicist by profession but are a poet by trade.
superb poem!
Love the bullet words and butterflies.
Hallelujah, and Amen, Brother.
Love this!!
The bottom line–sounds like mine. Most of us want readers, to like or criticize, tell it like it is or give us false compliments. Just as long as they say something, like pieces of cookies, we will write for another morsel.
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And we read because you write so beautifully! Loved this. The images and I adore “bullet words and butterflies”.