My Words

Soft, sweet words lay dormant Awaiting that special moment When I can pull them out of their closet Press them with the heated iron And lie them in a row, like pearls Connected only by a chain of sterling Silver, organizing each sacred dream Whispers of nouns, verbs and adjectives There amid sentences quite sensible And some that long to be finished with Some bright, vivid, colorful verses Filled with phenomenal expressions While others seem more like questions With short, pleasing answers there, too Limericks sing from the rhythms found here Amid some of the better choruses I hint at Surviving the editor’s pen when it’s winning Erasing saccharine visions of fancies and fantasy Feelings that would never become realities Even though they buzz through my history Like a bumble bee searching for nectar in me Sonnets sound out from the depths of my pen Sweating with beads of salt that actually reveals The truth of their imagination and foresight Admissions of genuine devotion alive within Sharing a promise of what should be coming If the world will only open its eyes and awaken The joy found inside a silky, burning poem Odes cry out to be written down and read By someone who knows what is going on in my head Perhaps a sensitive soul who can see the blushes Happening when I spew out romantic verses Or paint a beautiful sunset across the mountains So tender and sensual, alive to my poetry in ways That open up the doors to the backstreets of my mind September 23, 2019 In the backstreets of my mind Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One