Micro Poetry

Micro poetry
Is not for me
I want words that fill pages
I want emotions that fill stages
With laughter, with pain
With joy, and tragedy every now and again
I want to write a poem that continues to explain
The depth of my struggle-I don't want to know
the "right" words, I just want them to flow
Out of my soul
Like a irver
That curves and bends, I want an unrelenting slither
Of dirty, wrong, too many words
Because there aren't enough to define the hurt
I want to babble like a brook
Like a crook
Who wants to steal your time
Making you read rhyme after rhyme
For no damn reason except I felt like it-
And somehow you will feel better about it
Accomplished for reading an entire page
For filling an entire stage
With words.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

All my life.

"Big Skinny"

Crows feet.