Do we as writers create emotional bridges to be crossed by angels or devils?

 

Do we as writers create emotional bridges to be crossed by angels or devils? 

(A lone voice whispers)

As writers, are we all but seducers of the minds of others?

We silently kiss on the cheek in a strange interdimensional friendship?

As they read one of our poetic gifts?

Do we as writers create emotional bridges that need to be crossed or stepped upon to see a new view, like visionaries like Robert Frost?

For the readers to follow our trail of black fonts into the darkness or light?

We sometimes visit when developing new projects.

About inspirational strengths or themes of spiritual weakness?

Some may feel compelled to call us charlatans.

New reborn kings and queens of somewhere totally cosmopolitan.

Seducers of fragile minds, they hold us upright as just sinners and bringers of emotional tragedies.

Using poetry to create metaphorical histories as liquid oxygen.

But at the core.

The Very Nexus. 

Can our message also simply be this? 

Do more.

Live for any form of happiness and not be just another form of darkness.

Find and treasure a loving muse.

Paint touching, visceral pictures through strange, poetic stories.

Use music or poetry as your lyre and put them to good use.

Never lament old age as it tries to freeze your youthful body, once so beautiful and lithe.

So in ending.

In long days in the future past.

When your weary heart seems to grow heavy, and you seem to lose hope and feel all emotions:

Linked to love or compassion has suddenly died.

Look towards tomorrow's new eyes and be lifted in Dawn's rose-flushed arms.

And find a way to forgive others and yourself.

Even if you've cried in pain.

Then stand back and look deep into life's deep mirrors and always remember.

You have so much more to still give.

And embrace this thought denied to so many.

Some slowly.

Some suddenly.

As you read this.

You still have one of life's greatest gifts.

Be more positive. Share more light, not darkness.

And then feel proud, since so much good can still happen. Because you still live.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

This poem is a meditation on what it means to be a writer—especially a poet—and on the quiet but powerful relationship between writer and reader.

 It blends self-doubt, creative philosophy, and ultimately encouragement. 

Here’s the meaning broken down in a clear, reader-friendly way:

Writers as creators of emotional bridges:

The poem asks whether writers build “bridges” made of emotion—pathways readers can cross. 

Those who cross them might be “angels or devils,” meaning readers bring their own experiences, wounds, or intentions. 

The writer cannot control who comes, only that they create something that invites others in.

Writing as a form of seduction and intimacy:

By calling writers “seducers of the minds of others” and describing a “silent kiss on the cheek,” the poem suggests that writing is an intimate act. 

Reading becomes a quiet, interdimensional meeting between two strangers who may never speak but still connect.

The poetic tradition and the weight of influence:

The reference to Robert Frost implies that writers follow in the footsteps of visionary creators, leaving “trails” for readers to follow “into the darkness or light.” 

Poetry becomes a path toward understanding, transformation, or confrontation with one’s own emotions.

Doubt about the role of the writer:

Writers are sometimes seen as:

Charlatans.

Seducers of fragile minds.

Creators of emotional drama.

The poem acknowledges these criticisms but also hints that poets can feel like “reborn kings and queens,” powerful through creativity, not status.

The core message:

Do more. Live more. Love more.

After the philosophical self-questioning, the poem shifts into a motivational tone.

 It encourages the reader to:

Seek happiness.

Value creativity.

Appreciate inspiration and muses.

Stay youthful in spirit even as the body ages.

Keep making art.

Hope, renewal, and forgiveness:

The poem speaks to people who feel exhausted, heartbroken, or hopeless. It reminds the reader that:

Even when emotions feel dead, dawn (a new beginning) will return.

Forgiving others and oneself is necessary to heal.

Life still offers gifts—chief among them the fact that you’re still alive.

The ending emphasizes:

Being positive

Sharing light instead of darkness, Recognizing personal worth.

Understanding that as long as you live, possibility remains.

In essence:

This poem reflects on the purpose and power of writing, acknowledges 

the burden and beauty of influencing others, and ultimately turns into an uplifting call to live with more hope, creativity, forgiveness, and love.