For the Love of the Rhyme

For all those who write poetry because they have to write poetry.

I dream in words

Not pictures

And store them

In my mind

Wake up

Write down

And read them

Each image

I refine...

 

I close my eyes

Repeat them

The image

Is sharper yet

What once began

As random letters

Is now something

I will not forget...

 

Each breath I take

I give a name

Like seconds on a clock

Each one to me is priceless

They don’t just tick

They talk...

 

They tell me

Of the present

How each is different

From the past...

Reminding me

Each second is

Someone’s first

and

Someone’s last

 

Some words are meant

To be said once

Then never heard again...

I search for words

Eternal

That will never

Have an end...

 

Because I am

The Scribe who

Listens to

Every word

I hear...

Who sees inside

Of lover’s hearts

Feels

Passion

Hope,

And Fear...

 

My life is all

The scents

I breathe

The sounds

Not many hear

The taste of life

On open lips

Visions

Before they disappear...

 

I write for me

It’s why I live

But I also write

For you

For if I did not

Share the truths

Of life

I would not

be True...

 

To the joys

And exultations

The preciousness

Of time...

 

I write

For the love

Of love itself

For the love

Of the rhyme.

 

Rawland Storm

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

Bravo my friend! (Each breath I take I give a name Like seconds on a clock Each one to me is priceless They don’t just tick They talk...) That line is priceless my friend. ~Sharon