✍️ Writer’s Creed

By Richard Bell

I write in a voice that's plainspoken and real.
No riddles to decipher, no lofty language to conceal.
My poems walk country roads, sit in quiet cafés,
They lean against wood stoves and chase fireflies through dusky haze.

I don’t aim to shock—I aim to connect.
To stir a memory, a laugh, a sigh—never neglect
The power of truth in a farmer’s tone,
Or the weight of silence when you're all alone.

You won’t find smoke and mirrors in my lines,
Just cracked coffee mugs, old picket signs,
A barstool confession, a whispered goodbye—
The kind of moments that live and die
In real folks, real hearts, real time.

If that’s too plain for your fancy critique,
Then go on, seek a different peak.
But I’ll keep writing for those who feel,
And those who know that plain can heal.