tap. tap. tap. tap.

pen against paper.

thoughts against head.

 

the question swirls around

and around and around

like a beginning

with no be.

 

poetry, the word in my cranium.

poetry to me, the puzzle with no rules.

think. think. think.

poetry to me?

 

chocolate eyes stare at blue waves;

bars against white tunnels.

the white needs to be filled.

the answer to the ask?

 

pale face in glass.

reflection fragmented

like the soul within.

but life still lives inside.

 

ah.

 

what is life?

poetry.

i am poetry.

poet, that’s me.

 

pen against paper.

i write poetry because i live.