Expression Impression (a poem)
Semantic reverie
and grammatical conundrums
collide within the mind.
Words laid thick,
drip from canvas
to floor below.
Semantic reverie
and grammatical conundrums
collide within the mind.
Words laid thick,
drip from canvas
to floor below.
Why do we employ pen and paper
or, having been given words,
dutifully put them to rhyme?
Why do we apply oil to canvas,
or form a masterpiece
with not but sound?
Some poems rage through me
like a flame across a matchhead.
While others must be plucked,
word by excruciating word,
from my flesh.
Some poems seem to flow out,
while others take their time.
A collection of thoughts and feelings,
that don’t always have to rhyme
Sometimes they’re full of depth,
and others skim the surface.
Exposing feelings that are raw,
expressed with simple grace.
I woke up around three o’clock in the morning, again.
This time it was with the realization that I,
or at least the characters in my stories,
live in the past.
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Awakened again,
unable to sleep,
for the stirrings below
of leviathans deep.
I relish the feeling of crisp new pages,
the scent of ink in the air.
Some, may speak of enchanted places.
A handsome prince, a maiden fair.
Enjoying the beauty of meter and rhyme,
a poem revealed inscribing each line.
One day I’ll be lost to the passage of time,
but dreams will live on in this poem of mine.
Let us begin to write with colour.
Measuring beats with the stroke of a pen.
Not all are meant to share with another,
but help us recall lost moments again.
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
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