It's National Poetry Writing Month!!
The challenge is a poem a day.
I just heard of this wonderful thing on the 1st, already in the evening...so I got a late start. Here's my one from yesterday. I'm aware that is quite crap...but I'm on a deadline, people! ;)
We close our eyes,
but why?
(If seeing is
the knowing.)
Don't we want to know?
Ah....no.
Because from knowing
we can never go back.
And if we want one thing, it's that:
To always
be able
to go back.
If we open our eyes to see
the beauty that can be,
deep within our souls
a terrible bell does toll.
Like hope on the lip
and the symmetrical sword -
to see is to know,
to know is to need,
or else forsake salvation.
Why can't Jack ever be a master?
Because he holds too tight
to all the "what-ifs."
Writing leads to thinking
Thinking leads to feeling,
to seeing,
to knowing;
to turning over rocks,
or ripping off of barks,
and scattering from sanctuary
all the roly-poly fears.
Nobody asked why
and I never said goodbye,
but that hasn't changed a thing.
Somethings just are, regardless.
Is that fate?
It is...
what it is...
Right. But is IT fate?
The redundancy annihilates my patience.
Ah...and forces me
to be.
What? To see.
How?
To be me.
To see how,
clearly.
Let
it
all
Go.
