4/7/2014 Poetry
Poetry is words flowering from
unfolding buds of humanity
fertilized by experience of all kinds
within minds and without boundaries
No limits to expression
when meter doesn’t matter
when feet and words Go Pitter Patter
Days retold, memories to hold,
in rippling words foretold form the soul.
Outpour and on the floor
on a table, a napkin
in crayon, on a trashbin
better out than in
the words like fins
to cut the water open
to stream past (the past)
uncast, take off the mask
just ask yourself
what’s within
and never withhold
always begin
again and now
The process is love
words, poetry, unfolding flower buds
blossoming soul, experienced soul
show your luscious petals
the attraction of your experience
the illustration of your beauty
bumble bee buzzing, vibrate here
hear my words
no fear, don’t sting
Poetry, words in motion
the life cycle in script
Birth life and death
in versus
Reborn, like all that breathes in
breathes out
Words to sound the heart of the mind
Nevermind the rhyme, the pattern
nature abhors straight lines
to define poetry
let go of it and fly
and bloom
and die
and soon
be born, to words, to script to sounds,
vibrate bee, flowering, me
my soul, experienced
tells tales of truth
no judgement
the process
is itself, divine,
mine,
poetry
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