A poem for the poet………
A place to run, but never to hide
A place where poetic souls collide
where quiet fears subside
We come bearing gifts
broken bits of souls,
and buckets brimming with buried memories.
Speaking truths from the heart,
while honoring the rhyme
we have done the time
A tableaux of creativity……
Haiku, biku, no ku
We are soldiers of the word,
defending the art
we sit with eyes wide open
and minds set on ……..
Expressing, Transcending, Atoning, Manipulating, Consoling, Carrying, Freeing, Hiding, Sharing, Connecting
And we continue with tear stained cheeks….
Resurrecting, Listening, Transfixing, Expressing, Pontificating, and………ultimately Enjoying.
Years of emotional baggage spills onto the paper
I am knocking,
let me in
we pass our souls around for the taking
me to thee, thee to me
With an unspoken promise, you lift me and I lift you
A lifetime of working with rainbows of crayons,
carefully crafting the perfect poetic picture.
Pieces of me laid out for you
it’s your turn now, what will you do?
Ah, the endless possibilities…..I can only imagine .
Full of Hope
aka Debbie Hope