The Return of the Poem

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 :^)

love
kj

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.