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.

How many stories can you tell
in the poetry you deign to
pick up the pen to share?

Drip epic energy
in words most sublime,
and tell me a story if you
possibly have the time.

the poet is required
when the world goes dark,
for poetry gives the cracks
for light to get in.

Sometimes you need to write
your voice to remember that
the world cannot remove your voice.