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