The Feeling is Poetry

Written by: Jonathan Elliott

The Feeling Is Poetry 

Winter coming on and the streets wet with rain,
thoughts of
what if I am failing
this game of life? 
wondering around the downstairs kitchen
looking for the ice cream 
I delight in the idea that my words
live beyond me 
and the feeling is truly
thoughts of what will I do
in the morning
after the rain is gone 
and the afternoons empty,
without money, without work,
there is the meager sentiment of reality

closing me in, blurring my distinctions 
torn into the emptiness, crawling through it
like a baby on the floor
making my way
towards the living room door 
I resigned myself to defeat
and remained calm
nothing remained but the words.