Talk to The Pen

Dripping watercolor

                         poetry, 

flows so easily

'spoken word',

                                                 bogged down in muck

light and airy 

spun like webs of silk

pen the heart til'

its torments coo

_ _ _

angry fears wrap around the tongue

obliterated

vocal loud thumps of heart

boom boom pow silenced to tears

_ _ _

hang to the lucidity

 of a pen uninfluenced

'much ado' about something,

 or nothing

melt into the crevices of 

                 wood and fire

neologistic motives

          for punctuation clear

say a word, 

blow a kiss, 

it's one in the same

it can't be forced/

 the muse is fickle

~the sanctuary~

 but a dream of light

Now I lay me down to sleep

'my mind's illusions drift into slumber'

it's all in the twist of a wrist,

 a blind of an eye

bleed it's contents dry

from vapors

 come clues and puns

always treasured.

 never quite done

'there ain't no cure for love'

Definitivamente, 

                                                 finalmente, poetry! 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a word-woman. The poem is amazing. I had to read for the journey into thoughts and good words.
"Now I lay me down to sleep
'my mind's illusions drift into slumber'
it's all in the twist of a wrist,
a blind of an eye"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Wow, coming from the word-master I am truly humbled Coyote.

[LA Lorena]

It is so much easier to speak with the pen, you're right. My pen never says the wrong thing, or gets bogged down with emotion, and I can scratch off or erase lines and change my meaning entirely, or edit the hell out of it, and no one is the wiser. It's also nice to read poetry, and interpret those words to suit our own purpose, and mean what we want it to mean, instead of just having to listen to the truth of the matter.

[Frieda P]

It certainly is, I guess that's why we're all poets to begin with...if only we could scratch or erase in real life eh?

[Ayvid N]

True there's no cure for love but there is a remedy for the pain - the pen. So as you say...the being and ending is poetry!
"pen the heart til'
its torments coo"
Pretty poetry dipped in covert sarcasm!

[Frieda P]

;-D There ain't no cure for love or poetry!