Poetry
I'm lost in the maze of words,
My thoughts flying wildly,
Like a flock of frightened birds.
Sometimes inspiration races like an express train,
Other times I'm stuck,
A constipation of the O Almighty Brain.
Trying to think of a clever rhyme,
Racking my brain from morning till bed time.
Confused by haikus, sonnets and odes,
Can't find my style, quiet or bold?
Failing to find the rhythm, the beat,
Hanging my head in total defeat.
Ah, I tell myself, but it needn't be so,
For poetry can simply be letting the words from your heart flow.
I don't have to use metaphors, similes, alliteration,
They are constraints, a cage.
I will look to my heart for inspiration,
And let the words run across the page
Copyright © Christy Chiang | Year Posted 2008
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