poetic IV

25 of 30
 
 
I've always done my best writing
when I relinquish the pen to my heart
letting the beat bleed out ink
staining my waiting parchment
crimson script spreading  
pools & rivulets capturing emotions & moods
when love raged through gossamer veins
setting the unstained page ablaze
because passion negates any sense of restraint
 
understand...
I am nothing...
...if not all in
 
the only time my rhythm truly freed of its cage
staccato pumping...thumpety thumping  
words become verse as they're heard from within me  
standing so close to the fire...I simply can't resist
...bathing in its exquisite heat
...inhaling the flames
so the blaze inside burns even higher
 
and when it dwindles...
or turns cold in brittle winds
leaving me alone & adrift
curled inward...
wrapped around the piercing shards
guarding the precious pieces of my broken heart
...love's shattered remains
the ache overtakes...commanding the quill
as I pull back...giving in
letting the pain have its agonized say
 
& yes...
I freely admit...
my loving heart...
...is my greatest gift