I tried to write poetry –
A word or rhyme or
Rhythm or song
Though all was black and no words would play
Hidden in rafters and kept at bay
So I teased them, I cajoled, I pled
Please words, don’t leave me, I need you
I do
I need your comfort, your warmth, your truth
Eventually they heard they had no choice
But to tiptoe out and make themselves heard
Words you are my lover my friend my foe!
Wherever I am you follow, you go
Take my hand I offer it true
Words you are mine, all mine
You are!
Strangers have a lot to say
Unkind words thrown straight at me
I felt them fly I felt them fall
Right at my feet and there they lay
I just stood calm and let them come
Surveyed the crumbs across my way
I decided there and then
And one by one
To carefully collect them all
From those words thrown at my face
I weaved myself a crown of
Grace.
If it was pain you wanted to cause
Then you absolutely did choose the most
Perfect words in season
To cut through my bravado –
My flimsy self-protective layer
Thrusting your sword with power
Right through me.
Weaving words
Painting with a pen
The paper that was undisturbed
Ripples with thoughts that have been
Offered wings
Poetry is
The air we breath
The life we live
The dreams we dream
Poetry is
A symphony
A ballet of dance
A canvas of words
Poetry is
All
And nothing
And everything in between
Words have power
I see it every day
Building up and
Breaking down
It forces either way
Words have power
This I know
For what is typed
And what is said
Reveals the naked soul
I want to write words
But with no pain in my heart
The tap has run dry
Words uttered
Cut through my heart
Leaving me to dress
Open wounds
My voice—it does belong to me
The thoughts that wander through my mind
The feelings felt upon my heart,
My mind, my soul
Are unique in how they appear to be
Just as my fingerprints are
Uniquely mine
So are those words I type—
My voice is part of me
Words flow from my heart
Like water from an open tap
And as they flow they smooth
The stones, continually massaging
Into pebbles so fine, I don’t want
The tap of words to close in on me
For without my words, where would my
Relief be found then?
Poems and Petals 