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I only write because I have a soul.
I write only because I weep
because I bleed
because I want and need
and I have to have words to breathe
My words,
and I claim them rightfully,
can’t be read over the mic
in a roomful of people
they are secrets
you pass on
by reading it off the page
against the silence
in your private moments
let the white spaces speak to you
and you can pick up the next line
as belated as you need
to ready your heart
I will not intrude upon your thoughts
read me at your pace
and you don’t need to walk out
of the room to be free of me
just close your eyes
exit that freeway and
let me be the corollary to your
life’s work
the cornerstone of the journey
into your
next chapter
remember that phrase your grasped for
that witty imagery at the tip of your tongue
you tried to emancipate
from the prison of your forgetfulness
so hard it blurred
the street into a phantasm of lights?
let me be the déjà vu
hanging on the chilly night
that hits your spine and surprises you
remember those nights when
you searched the alleys for love
calling it the many names
you baptized it with
in the ordained waters
orchestrated
by your three-piece band?
let me be the obvious answer
that presents itself
in the corner of
the Boulevard of Dreams
and Reality Avenue
let me be the reciprocal curvature
of the illegal U-turn
you take
after passing love by
without meaning to
.
Yup, the title really fits the poem! And I, too, have a secret to whisper
“We belong together.”
It was early October
and you ask me
what L-O-V-E is
I said
It depends on your operation
(and I am squeezing some creative juices. I’ll post it here once I’m done.)
OOOh…I like it
“you don’t need to walk out
of the room to be free of me
just close your eyes” …very nice!
hey anna, the whole second verse of this poem is a paraphrase of what you said to me in our very first chat. i’m not sure if you remember, but i found it so cool for you to come up with something so well-thought-of while talking to a mere stranger.
By the way…I love the pics you place with your poetry, very nice and always fitting. (and I do remember)
Really nice!!! And I like how the picture is subliminally tied to how you’re subtly conveying what feel.
I absolutely love it…i relate to the part about not bein spoken over a mic and the lines thereon…it’s a wonderful pen you hold there!