Am Poetry

I gathered poems

and wrote them

on walls

windows

ceiling

floor

used them up then searched for more

until they enclosed me

and letters filled the air I breathed

I consumed them

tore them all apart

word 

line

letter

verse

searched them all but came up worse

lined up before me

mere patterns

not poetry

So I moved aside the words

and from their spaces

flew questions

birds with broken wings

I tried to cage them

but they escaped

through a hole in my heart

and the absence of their beauty 

made me weep

I stayed

til time grew tired

hour 

minute

year 

day

my sanity had slipped away

but through my opened eyes

I saw

just what I had been searching for

The essence of poetry

I laughed then

and soaked up its feeling

through my skin

into the depth

of my being

got drunk on it

and spun crazy circles

for I felt it

all

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I liked it, it echoes so much, and repeats something I live for.

Words like you L, they really do.

[Ed Hart]

yes, we don't become poets because others say yea or nae, but because there is a grace in it that smiles on us...another splendid explication cast in a dance of words

[Chris]

...and more.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'The essence of poetry'

such a moving and exceptional poem. I love the image of the 'birds with broken wings' and all of that stanza, that sense of searching for something just out of reach and the wonder of finding poetry at the end, the last stanza captures something of my own feelings towards poetry, the joy when finding it :)