I don’t know if you remember, but in April I was posting daily from a poetry volume about poetry. I am going to be returning to that as one of the PAD challenges. I will be Posting it directly to the blog. Here’s today’s poem.
How strange it feels
to pick up the pen,
with the intent to write.
As if I could peel away my skin
and let poetry see the light.
Exposure of the soul
in a way that few would
understand,
leaving my pen sitting limp
suddenly in my once so eager hands.
I feel like it should not stop me
the idea that I might be misunderstood,
instead I will let flower the words
and see if I can find the art within.
Pattimouse 