Power in a Poet's Words
A poet has a heightened imagination
unrestrained and never confined
because it’s hard to free our intimate thoughts
when we’re restricting our minds.
So we disrobe on paper and strip on stage
wearing only words.
We stitch thoughts that become fabrics of emotions
cloaked in poetic apparel from tailor-made experiences
with the sweat of our pen’s brow.
Speaking sentiments, amplifying metaphors-
making those cognitive explosions surge fluently,
syllables curved mental images just to get through to them.
We paint images for readers to inhale the words we speak
breathe in the verbs, strengthen the depth of their lungs
and fill their rib cage with calligraphy impressions.
We become sorcerers that conceal and confess between
the seams of lines,
manipulate lyrics to advocate impartiality
because words just can’t choose sides.
We vent our frustrations, rant our rage…
celebrate our joys, then pen some of our worst days.
We created fantasies that becomes an observer’s wet dream
molest others flesh with passion from residue of
spouses, lovers and distant flames’ reminiscent steam.
Our muses manipulate the tempo within our poetry
but it’s more than that.
Spectators can fill emotions vibrating in our souls,
ascribe to secrets un-kept,
the results that spills out when the cause is erect.
We ink the symphonies of strife, quill the orchestras of our life
and unbeknownst to us,
we have become oracles for readers and listeners
who sit in quiet calm to read our words…
or listen attentively to the tremor of emotions in our voice.
There’s power in a poet’s words...
Revamped- Oct, 1, 2013