I have come
undone
while words
loom about me
and dance upon the page.
The sages speak…
you have not said enough,
you have not sung your hymn
with familiar tune,
and your syntax belies
the depths of poetic countenance.
Why fail ye – poet?
What do you bother
to tread this path?
We can tell ye how to speak,
which rhythmic tone to lilt your lines,
and how to make your daily speech
much more complex.
Is it not enough
that I breathe in air?
That I slowly linger
as I exhale?
That I thoroughly enjoy
all the moments,
the pauses,
and the stillness
in between?
Poetry
is like the silent song
that is whispered
across your soul
It begs for you
to learn the words,
speak their cadence,
and whisper in honest echo
“I recognize the beauty that you speak”
for now, I speak them too.
(reblog)
Georgina Writes 