A Brief Description of My Passion

poetry is a song
a melody, a tear, a first kiss, a sunrise, a
Bomb, killing, a cherry tomato on a summer day
poetry is a moment in time-suspended.


A second of silence. a hug and a smile. A nervous breakdown, a mug of cocoa. poetry
is all the little things we take pride in.
homework and sunshine and walking in puddles
in the rain. it is a yearning for something better
a journey of self discovery
a slice of apple pie. a brushing of teeth in the morning and waving
to friends you will never see again.
poetry is agony. the suffering of a world on your shoulders
dripping through your pen or maybe
just your contemplations
from your corner of the universe...poetry is
an awakening from a
deep sleep
a dream of things to come and things
past.

poetry is sitting at your computer and typing
or staring into the distance when the words won't come. it is rude and obnoxious
as a teenager and wise
as an elder. it is nothing
a flirting desire to be
and everything in the world at the same time
jostling for position
it is the thought on paper
word unto word
song on page
letter by letter
a piece of your soul.