The Writer In Me Wants You To Know
poetry saves
thoughts from obscurity
leads emotions
onto paper-thin canvas
of feelings impressed
with no purpose other
than being expressed
for what it is worth
a few scraps of pleasure
memoranda
passion
and urge to find its place
a ceasefire on the threshold
of truth and truce
a pearl of nothingness
or raw perception
epitaph or prologue
a circle of blindfolds
discarded revealed exposed
in slow motion
or rapturous flow
yet I cannot take credit
for what seeps from my mind
stories are written by life
in obvious or covert stride
with marching boots or flip flops
footsteps on the beach
clinging on to the cliff face
and sometimes naked feet barely hang on
threads of my story
I need to share
from the pressure cooker of the scribe
sometimes merely a flickering flame
but always honest and sentient
each day a poem or more
leave the nib and
the ink dries quickly
until the rain in my heart
smudges letters and words
only to be written
once again
08th August 2021
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2021
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