I Wish I Was a Wordsmith

I wish I was a Wordsmith,

Wonderfully weaving words with ease,

I wish I had a talent

For verbally contorting thoughts to words

And words then into images

And images into themes,

That find a happy home within their reader’s dreams.

I wish I was a Wordsmith,

Hammering away at ideas

Like a blacksmith creating his masterpiece,

Passing my words through the refiner's fire

And pounding and beating them

Until they are stronger and better

And beautiful to the reader’s eye.

I wish I was a Wordsmith,

A master of language,

A powerful king

And words my obedient subjects,

Commanding them to my pleasure

And to the praise and awe

Of all the readers whose eyes behold them.

I wish I was a Wordsmith,

Wowing those that read my writing,

Causing them to clap and cheer "hoorah",

With such elation and joy at my mastery

Over the powerful medium of words

And how delightful they can seem

When combined coherently and correctly.

I wish I was a Wordsmith,

I wish I had perfect rhythmic control,

Like a brilliant master of metre

All my words marching to a drummer’s beat

Step by step they move across the pages

Rising and falling with such grace and poise,

Leading the reader in a fluid dance.

I wish I was a Wordsmith,

A master of form and style,

Touching on every thinkable tone

And in turn touching the hearts of my readers

Their emotions rising and falling with the inflection of my words,

I wish I was a prolific writer,

A producer of ballads, odes and sonnets.

I wish I was a Wordsmith,

A Wordsmith is all I wish to be,

So that I could truly express myself

And be in every essence a storyteller

Telling tales of love and hate, joy and pain,

Of peace and war and life and death

And every other facet of this world we live in.

For if I was a Wordsmith I’d find that happy peace

That comes when thoughts form language and find the right release