Collecting Words
Collecting Words
A first poem by Dr. Karen Lynn Ellefsen
I had been collecting words long before I knew how to read them
To use them
But love them none the less
At one time I collected words like cleaning products
Collected but not used
Dusty yet not forgotten
Hidden but not to me
Locked away with a key I could not find
Once found and then opened
Never to be locked again
I do not know when it began
First the cleaning than the words
The journey led to poems
No rules
No restrictions
No laws to obey
Such abandon I wish I learned,
I wish I knew,
long ago
Long before the sun generously kissed my skin
Why would we all not be poets
With such freedom
Such bliss
Such decadence
The wait is now over
The words move from the collection to the page
They no longer carry dust
They move
They speak
They live
Maybe THIS is the witness to my life
Words on the page speak of the life of this…
…The life of this woman who found the key
The key was a compass
To lead her back to herself
Where she was never missing
This woman found but never lost
Leaves a gift for you upon this page
Your key
Your compass
Your self
Copyright © Dr. Karen Lynn Ellefsen | Year Posted 2016
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