Last night I had an epiphany
About the straightforwardness of my poems.
I rarely put in complicated words.
Nor obscure phrases and sentences.
Then I realized that I was wrong in every way.
For poems are the clear expression of mixed feels.
Poems are ideas that are hard to fathom.
Feelings and emotions from the heart, powerful and fierce.
These are the doodles from the imagination,
The eternal graffiti of a broken and a beating heart.
Poetry is the thought that breathes.
The words that burn.
Poetry is the mirror of a dreamer’s soul.
Just as dissimilar and unique.
Some whole while others with a hole.
Rhymes, metaphors or any tools of writing
Aren’t what make my poems vibrantly divergent.
It is what this poet wants to write about
Through her paper and ink ’til it finally runs out