She, The Poet
by DIVINELY DOWANNA
Monday, January 19, 2004
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why do I do what I do?
|She, The Poet |
|Slip into her bedroom with her |
Peek inside her unlocked closet doors
She'll open up her private memoirs
A gift for you to consider and explore
What hunger and lust inspire her rise?
What deep seeded yearning stimulates?
From her soul to her pen and her pen to page
She has entered "The Poet's" dream-like state
She is thirsty for the living waters
As the caged bird wishes to be set free
She is heavily pregnant with a poignant pulse
That is waiting in exile "Just to Be"
As she dares opens up another chapter
Provoked she begins yet another verse
Written words become metaphor and simile
A docu-drama unfolds, unrehearsed
She is, The Poet, who late night ponders
Why these nocturnal Birthings vex her so?
Why should she rise from her bedtime slumber
To place her musings in ordered row
To mar the clean white linen page
She thinks should somehow be a crime
Unless the words enhance the beauty
Leaves the linen page somehow refined
She has lived a hundred lifetimes
She has dreamed a thousand dreams
They congregate in her mind in rhythmic banter
And burst aloud from weakened, stretched-wide seams
What is their focus, what is their direction?
Why her pen the medium by which they flow?
Into a void of confused emotions
She watches her children thrive and grow
A pathway to her destined future?
Or a shaded window to her past?
She writes in earnest desire
That her words will be words that last
Constrained she waits for inspiration
That echoes mutely from her core
Her womb is taut with expectation as
She, The Poet, late night labors to bring you more.
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
welcome to author's den--i hope you'll like it here, you're among friends
this is a beautifully penned testament of the poet and her works--truly enjoyed
i put it this way--
i write, because i live,
i live, because i breathe,
i breathe, because of God,
because of God, i write.
(((HUGS))) and love,
|Reviewed by Dan Summerfield (Reader)
|This is wonderful!|