Poetry
Words swirl around in my mind,
lingering like a bad dream.
Phrases haunt my subconscious;
ideas won’t leave me be.
Can’t get them out of my head,
voices keep talking to me.
Silence them? Wish I knew how.
Occupy a space, won’t move.
Only way to evict them,
is to transcribe their message.
Grab a pen. Thoughts trickle out,
leave my imagination.
Put concepts down in writing.
Release. Out of my body,
they flow like blood from a wound.
Hand moves, weak to their power.
Hemorrhage feelings, fears, loves;
no topic is off limits.
Invisible words gain form,
escape and enter the world.
Come together, a party.
Thoughts mingle, make poetry.
Can breathe life outside my shell,
access a new dimension.
Validated on paper,
they live to be understood.
But how will they be received?
Poems must stand alone now.
Flowed from my soul to reality,
no longer a part of me.
Extracted, they can’t return.
I won’t be their residence.
Don’t own them, they don’t own me.
Mentally free from their hold.
Mind now peaceful, still, quiet…
just until new ones arrive.
23 September 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
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