The Birth of A Poet

October of 2015

Poetry out loud, out loud

Poetry for the people’s people.

In the class, I performed.

In the brain, I transformed.

In the world, I have formed.

Across the Bay by Donald Davie,

My muse sparked like dynamite.

Boom! This dust never settles…

In the world, I was formed.

In writing, I transformed.

In speaking, I performed.

I! I! I!

I fell in love, love, life

Is exploring while we can.

In my life, I explored.

In my space, I practiced.

In my universe, I revealed.

“Why poetry?”

“What makes you a poet?”

I am not a poet.

In the dictionary, I exist.

In english, I am new.

In culture, I flow.

I’m not a poet, nor are you.

I am poetry and so are they.

We, we, we aren’t poetry, we poet.

In general, I verb.

In visions, I consumed.

In reality, I was consumed.

I was me, out of everything.

Isolated, with no color.

I began to poet, become more than me.

In experience, I gained.

In those without poetry, I share.

In poetry, I am translucent.

I became poetry.

I entered a poetry competition.

I then learned poetry.

Because it opens…

Me.