writing to me
what i love about poetry:
i can say what needs to be said.
empty the rambles from my head,
re-read my life,
through tangible words;
the things i’ve heard
jumping around in my mind…
only words give me the clarity to find -
what i mean,
how i feel.
if this is a momentary conjure,
or if its real.
The courage to steal -
the moment;
now;
seize it somehow.
a gateway of communication,
from my brain - to the world.
just words from a girl.
i’m discovering her too,
through these words, i get closer to You.
who are you? who do you want to be?
can i write to me?
Poetry ~
my frozen thoughts,
in this chaotic head space -
words leaving a trail,
traces of their existence.
without words,
i’d listen to them whoosh away,
replaced. forgotten. moved along. another feeling, without a song.
my thoughts without poetry,
would be music without a beat.
an endless drift,
an endless speech,
nothing to tune too,
not a tap, toot, dap, or snap.
no depth to dive into,
a waterless wave.
Poetry:
my muse, my mind, myself, mine.
6/25/2017
