expression is not
hiding from emotions
speaking cryptically
forgetting about it
finding the idea of life in others
expression is
writing anything in poetry
speaking your truth
being your authentic self
giving in to your own creativity
welcome to the world
the poetry for it is but
the way the heart explains
itself to the ignorant.
picking up the pen
to write the verse
frees the soul.
If you need me
look in my poetry.
no other place
exists so much of
who I am.
the words say
what I cannot
in a way that feels right.
Caustic ink burns
as the ink is carved
poetry is another expression
of the heart's desires
burning design
onto the paper
perhaps it is but
the answer to dreams
when the cold comes in
the pen freezes off,
poetry seems to spread
the warmth that the world needs.
so shake away the cold
and pick up the pen,
write the world
a much needed poem.
I am aware that I have missed the majority of the last week. November is always a hard time for me. I end up sick more often than not. Chronic Bronchitis doesn’t seem to let me do everything that I want to do. Between that and the stress of moving my youngest child into their own house… and then the election…I just went out of commission. I am behind on my work, have not written anything in a week and am barely back to being alive. I am trying to get my work caught up – because I have authors depending on me. I’m sorry for the delay in my own writing. I plan on going back and trying to do the poetry for the missed days, whether I end up getting them up here or not. I am going to try to start posting again. This will be a little bit of effort on my part as my desk is still covered by things that I have been neglecting.
the first word
spoken freely
was a form of poetry.
Given to us as a dream
poems are the only true
communication.
we can speak with ease,
flourish and flowers…
oh really the poetry
and its powers.
Trying to find the poetry
when sick is extremely
Daunting.
*author’s note: I have been sick for the last few days. I went to check the pad challenge and try to get caught up…Day 10 was to write a 10 word poem. tbh this is the only thing I could come up with there. so I am only doing one poem for day 10.
Pattimouse 