Feeling It
I am compelled to write it
when it flows like white water rapids.
Perhaps some initiate when they see it.
Some are energized when they smell it.
Others are inspired best when they hear its sound.
Some experience explosions when they taste it.
No doubt, at various times and seasons, the
entire sensory system will come into play.
But for me? I function best when I feel it.
It embraces my entire being, not letting me go.
Words appear, and if I do not savor and capture
them, they vanish like vapors in the wind.
I never sought after poetry. Poetry found me.
I never pursued poetry academically, but Poetry
arrested, studied, and found me useful as a conduit when it first
captured me at the bedside of a dying one.
061524PS
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