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Editor's Note: Along with the National Writing Project, Figment, and The New York Times Learning Network, we are celebrating the National Day on Writing today. As part of this celebration, we're inviting writers to share the why of writing in an essay, poem or post. Please add your own thoughts in the comment section below, and/or follow the hashtag #whyiwrite on Twitter.

Writing compresses my thoughts
Some escaping my grasp Like a
Slippery eel some trapped
Manipulated dissected prodded
Then set free on a tether only
To be yanked back, restrained again

Writing shatters the chains
Of the jailers of creativity
Follow one rule, break all rules
Speed, steal, dive below morality
Test ethical boundaries

Writing brings back childhood
Smells, sights, pain, pleasure
The comfort of a plastic toy
The excitement of the basement

Writing persuades
The tightest bolt to loosen
The rust cracking and crumbling
Like flakes of baked wheat

Writing sometimes occurs
So effortlessly that the words
Connect like a pre-made puzzle
And, most of the time, writing
Is as difficult as trying to slide
A slimy oyster into a slot machine

I write for nonreaders
I write for the oppressed
I write what I want to read
I write to think
I write to discover
I write for the sake of writing

I write because I must
There's really no choice

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Linda Clarke's picture
Linda Clarke
retired overseas American high school business teacher

Haven't read your poetry before but you are as expressive here as in any other format. Not long before your book appears....

Barb Gosney's picture
Barb Gosney
special ed. resource teacher K-6, STEM teacher

Last week - I treated our school to 3 pans of sticky buns (sweet rolls) that I had made at home. I had denied my husband any samples until I could bring home some of what was left over. BUT when I came back at the end of the day - what should I see???? Read the below ODE TO TOPLESS STICKY BUNS.

I brought three trays of sticky buns
To my Echo Family
In celebration of a job well done
With a small offering of stickies.

I had told my husband - no, not now!
For I wanted there to be plenty,
In the early morning, I told him NAY,
I was thinking of my Echo Family.

The buns smelled good and were received well.
I think everyone enjoyed them.
At noon, I thought I might have some left
So at 3:00, I came to appraise them.

Someone had ate only tops of a whole pan,
WOW - what a surprise to partake!
For there was nothing to salvage from what was left
I guess my husband would be forsake!

For in the future you see a whole piece of pastry,
Please take the whole top and foundation.
For you never may know who you have affectedf
If nothing else, for good consideration.

Sometimes it takes writing, humor, and pastry to make a point. Many staff wanted my recipe for the sticky buns. So I included the Ode to Topless Sticky Buns on the back side. Barb

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