Day 21 of Poetry Month - April 2016

Another look back and forward to the page. I've given myself permission to write these words, without any regret. I feel so much better.

Poetry’s Bare Facts

naked elimination of the soul; facing the bare-faced 

truth stripped down to the blood 

and bone; raw flesh seething, oozing passion

out of every pore; a complete and utter lack of

bodily containment.

breathing the most I can; holding back nothing

but time itself;

writing and not thinking; letting the thoughts

escaped unrestrained; to be expressed

as merely words, a letter here,

a letter there, a colon, a hyphen,

space space.

fingers, an extension of the mind used for no unearthly

reason but to server the Muse.

an urge uncontrolled,

calmly ebbing,

peacefully returning to its home.

© Catherine Woods 1994 – 2016