Write for whom I ask
Readers, do they really care
Immensely immersed in imbued imagination
Thoughts transcending timeless travel towards
Eternity, endlessly do I create
Write for my own pleasure
Regaling hopefully all my readers
In you I find my redemption
To all of you there
Ever gratefully send my love
Write with purpose I don’t
Ready to admit my fault
Inside me always a turmoil
Thinking if readers will like
Even little of I write
Writing is not for glory
Rather inconspicuous that I am
Inflated ego I don’t have
Tremble even thinking of that
Enlightenment is all I seek
Writing is not for money
Really the pleasure is mine
In writing I find freedom
Totally selfish, yes I am
End of story, or poem
Write anything Wednesday Aug-17-2016
Fleeting Muse 
Love the quote at top–when I write an essay, I am certain of my viewpoint until I get going, then, it often changes. Great poem, I especially loved the alliteration in first stanza and the ending. Nice work! 🙂
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Thank you. The alliteration was not by design, it fell into place as I was writing the poem. I did not realize it till you commented. Now I have to go back and read. I very rarely go back and read what I have written because I am apprehensive of editing.
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Neat
Intense
Crisp
Entertaining 🙂
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Thanks for the kind words and thanks for visiting.
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I find freedom in writing as well=) it’s a beautiful piece, I greatly enjoyed reading it. Writing is best=D
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Thanks.
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