National Poetry Day
Updated: May 26, 2019
A reflection in honour of National Poetry Day.
THE POETRY DANCE
of the matter of the mind, chews on.
An inward noise exploding but unseen.
stars mark trails of heaven,
big words, right words, hard words are spoken;
torn from a restless mind that wanders free.
New words are born, called poetry.
The pen sits in a hand that wants to write
and ears are sharpened to a cutting edge.
The meditating heart
just sits and waits
for flowing words to fall onto the paper white
that like a catcher's mitt
absorbs the steady flow of inner thoughts.
The ebb and tide of speech pounds on.
It falls by pen, inspired by life and makes marks