...

my hands are connected

to cold fingers touching keys

the day or two after

the snow fell sloppily down South

and I sit here now wondering

where all the snow came from

then remember

oh, that's right

it's still Winter.

 

Out of smoke and waiting for more

I scape the bowl clean.

 

listening to music in my car

as thought each word meant for me to hear

a message in the moment

as my brain relates the thought.

 

My soft focus and hard focus are one

I know what it is that I need to do

the action of self expression

a glimpse of my perception

gleeming through many forms

as typed by key

or scribbled by pen

or sung with uke in hand

the movies I read, I see, I create

the moment when I find inspiration to create

 

and while most of my writing be crap at best

sometimes words that collect

a positive message I get

a positive message I accept

a positive message I give

 

-Pi

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Ah! This is beautiful and totally flawless!
Great work :)

[Soul Ember]

Wow, nice poem
keep up the nice work!!!