Okay: I wrote a poem. Finally. And I hope to keep writing poems. Again. If you don't know, Dr. Seuss is my mentor. Not always, but I'm happiest when I feel like the Cat in the Hat.
For now, though, my attempt to reclaim my poeting self :^)
how long has it been since i’ve written a poem?
you can tell i have shriveled just from my tone.
colors and words once flowed whirlpool style
swirling and twirling in warm water, compiled
then shimmered and bent square and round--
words gleeful and soulful with riotness sound.
what happened? don’t ask: hearts were involved
perplexions and questions not mine to solve:
some that took flight, one left at the door,
but surely my muse had stayed with me before.
so what reason befell that led me to flee?
i guess the deep water was too much for me.
i stopped trying to float and tucked away passion
knowing a poem must be ripe for the asking.
now am i back? well maybe, we’ll see
but dear god, let the words that come at me be free.
let me crystallize colors from land sea and air
let me be honest when I do or don’t care.
for what else is a poet--the truth must be told
less a fate worse than death: empty colors gone cold.