Rehearsal

Poetry is my palette. I slowly draw my words, whispered first on the paper, then chosen they are heard! I read them over and over, and listen if the beat is tight, that the verse and the structure are in tune, and that the meaning is just right. I paint my picture carefully. My words are colors true. It is my heart’s desire, to share my life experiences with you. With every printed syllable, with every pause and word, with every carefully placed punctuation, I hope my voice is heard. I know when I have left this world, my palette will remain. My hope is that I am remembered, by this, my last refrain.