A while back I shared a poem that I had written about poetry that I cut out from the group of poems I submitted to a contest. Unfortunately, the other poems I wrote did not advance into the final stage for review. Even though I am disappointed, it’s an opportunity to learn and grow as a writer and as a poet. I’m sharing the poems in no particular order now for you to enjoy now. Thank you for being a loyal reader.
POETRY
Piece-by-piece, we are putting the world back together again
Or, perhaps, piece-by-piece, we are just writing words again
Even if it doesn’t make a difference for the whole of humanity
Trying to share what we think and feel is worth every chance at civility
Reality looks pale next to our diamond-encrusted dreams, but
You and me? We can find common ground in our unspoken poetry.
A Truthful Poem
We live in a world where nobody can have peace of mind and
every word that is heard has a hidden meaning;
There’s a secret design with every sigh like there are rules to existing, but
life isn’t quite as easy as writing one perfect line of poetry.
Every word that is heard has a hidden meaning, as if
we are supposed to be an allegory and are just ideas personified;
Are we just another stanza in the epic of humankind?
There’s a secret design with every sigh like there are rules to existing, but
I can’t help thinking that the only words I can trust are the ones in writing;
The only thing I know for sure is that poetry can’t take up lying.
Life isn’t quite as easy as writing one perfect line of poetry;
Though, I admit, I think piecing together a truthful poem is easier, at least,
a lot easier than pretending.
When I am Undone
When I am undone, I write a poem,
because I do not know where else to share my heart;
If I cannot make sense of the world as it is laid at my feet, then
I must do something that makes sense to me.
Word by word, then line by line:
When I am undone, I write a poem,
since there is nothing more to do with a frazzled mind.
I tackle each stanza with care to pass the time.
As the world continues to turn and the sun continues to burn,
I continue to share my experience of this world from my dark corner.
When I am undone, I write a poem,
so that, just for a moment, I feel grounded to something.
The problem is not that I am broken or that the world is so bad,
it’s not even that I feel cheated or mad;
I just want to feel something – anything – so I am less alone;
When I am undone, I wrote a poem.
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