Poets Know This

 

My words scatter like Kiddies in the pool at a mother’s loving scorn

“scurry children time to lay your head to rest”

little black water vapors flutter and evaporate above me

they tickle my ears as I raise my arms and waft them lovingly into the air

“Until next time old friends, do come again”

 

work is a momentary hour poetry is an hour that defines moments

 

as it goes..

 

the body propels an army of foot soldiers peircing in defiance

shooting their aches and pains through flesh and bone barriers

waging war with The Mind

threatening shutdown of the Spoken Co. for Under Privileged Poets

caught in the middle- The heart mediates

giving body ground, compromising with The Mind,

finding that homeostasis

so it can breath and create in love and peace.

 

The struggle to find center is long and hard in a poets life

but in those little moments of creation

those seconds of connection-

when little black letters float like soft flakes given from the heavens

and their heads lay rest on your shoulders, nudging you gently

snuggling deep inside 

embracing a warmth within

watching while you translate life's lessons:

pleasure and pain, funny stories, childhood memories, fantasies…

Seconds of an hour tell the time

all that is and ever will be

bares your mark forever

with one moment

define who you are

 

poets are pens

life is paper

 

create and be remembered

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

Oh I do so like this poem and I agree completely and I will, don't you worry! It is those pillow moments that annoy me, just going off to sleep and those darned little letter won't leave me alone until I write them down! smiling at you, loving this little reminder of the beauty and ever lasting power of the word! Tai

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very nicely penned. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Fantasyfairy]

We write because we must, it is what we were made to do. I love the feel of this poem, it conveys all those feelings so well. XX

[Tommy Cecil]

Wow, expressive and insightful, and something most can relate to, loved it!

[S.J.Floreen]

Oh, I loved this. It's such a nice poem, especially the last three lines.

[BrightEyes]

often times I feel like life interferes with writing lol You express that feeling so vividly in this piece - you convey all those emotions writers face; when the words come forth so easily and when not a word can be found. In the end, we write because we are - and it is what we were meant to do.