It’s You Who Makes That Pen Wieldy
Poetry writing is a
funny game,
it can bring you
so much joy.
To see a piece written
above your name -
Bravo, whoopee,
oh boy!
The process can be
a huge release,
a mind cleansing
undertaking.
You can create
scenes of beauty
and peace
or the tears
of hearts that are
breaking.
Inanimate objects
can come
to life
with just
the stroke of
some keys.
You can
slash your wrists
with a paper knife and
never have to
bleed.
You can
build the stories rambling
in your mind
while nurturing and
molding them
along.
Watching
them building,
line after line
how can
anyone tell you
you’re wrong.
Soon
it becomes as a
living thing
that takes
on a life of
its own.
You set
the tone and give it
the sting
that can
chill one right down to
the bone.
Somewhere
between that noun and
that verb
a preposition
positions itself, just
for effect.
If it ain’t
the King’s English,
don’t get perturbed,
bits of yourself
are okay to
interject.
The mood that
you’re in at the time of
your write
determines
the path that
it takes.
Bright in the
morning or down late
at night
set up the
sharpness of lines at
the breaks.
Making it
juicy and fat with
emotion -
keeping
it intentionally
thin.
Talking of
true love full of
devotion
or the
pain when love’s
gone again.
Time warping
the piece to far away
places
with images
not seen on these
shores.
Mystery
and misery
in concurrent spaces,
breaking down
reality’s
doors.
What’s most
important, as you set out
to write
and wear your
virtual heart on
your sleeve,
Like what
you write and write
what you like,
if you don’t,
no one will
believe.
Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge
'somewhere between'
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2011 AlwaysMyWords
(All rights reserved)
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