Poems are Alive
Poetry, like a dream feels unreal at times
But it is real, and it is alive within me.
My heart beats every time I invision new words
To pen to paper and resonate off the walls of silence...
Escaping from the realm of discontent and fear
As I enter the world I want to live in...
Poetry the muse of the lofty headed ancient gods,
The rhythmic patterns of rhyming and unrhymed syllables,
Music to one's ears and perhaps not so to another...
Poetry to me is the language of love, expresses emotions,
Brings to life all that lies hidden within your soul.
The uncertainty of the words as they roll off my tongue
Can't help but make me wonder their intent and affect
On your life's happenings, do you relate, transact
With the feelings I have laid down on vellum paper
Or do you run from lack of understanding my intent?
No fears, no worries, poetry is very personal -
And so it should be, at times confusing, lost
In hte murky lines and hidden meaning, left to discern
Your own understanding of the written word.
It is not the only word, not an authority yet merely
One's expressions of thoughts, events, and happenings
In life... connect, feel, react and interact with it
For poetry is what you want it to be, it is yours!
Poems My Way -Valrie 09/07/2010
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