How Poetry Began
Today my thoughts were feeling melancholic,
my silence minutes later fought back
to help me reach out to the moment
of relief and not to relinquish myself.
Today my thoughts were trying to sing,
my silence started to enjoy the music
since poetry became part of my life,
it helped me to remove any
negative influences.
When my thoughts fought with me not to write,
my silence thought I must hold tight and not fight,
nor run away, but keep typing as poetry will allow
you to discover yourself,
and the whole world.
One day my thoughts were never
awakened by a passer by,
my poetic thoughts started to weep,
moments later a bird stood at the window
and brought joy to my ears,
thats when I wanted to love
and lose my reasoning,
to celebrate a new day,
hold my pen and write a poem.
When my thoughts wanted to fly away,
my poetic thoughts insisted I should
stay to give myself feeling of safety,
and remember never to get discouraged
nor weaken, as that would destroy
my wisdom and my poetic life,
instantly I felt more powerful,
and wrote down this poem.
My thoughts woke up much
much to tired to live,
reading through my poems,
I was reminded that the heart
has its own reasons which the
mind knows nothing about.
That day my thoughts wanted
to travel and feel happy,
my silence created for me
a beautiful idea to carry on the plane,
my poetry book, to read through the
sources of my own knowledge,
penned down in writing.
My thoughts one night wanted
to dream and could not,
my silence thought,
don't ever feel sorry for yourself,
another night will shortly be here,
reach out for your poems,
read them, and peace will prevail.
On a new day my thoughts
broke my heart, my silence
insisted I should start going
back home be alone,
and not sit by the phone
and wait.
Enjoy the moment by writing poetry.
Its hard to write like a very
talented writer, the reason is,
every human being does not
have the same brain,
the same diversities,
the same creativities, and
inspirations, that is why,
I took a walk between the trees
wanting to feel that soft breeze
pleading to come along my
way that beautiful day in May.
When my thoughts woke up
my heart started to beat
I know I can, I know I must,
I know I could, I know I would,
my silence answered,
I know you should,
you should Now,
Remember, Poetry,
Has Become You.
Therese Bacha
3/6/2013
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