My poetry, my voice,
the words pour
from the universe
inside of me.
Imagination twinkles
in an alphabet sky
where I can reach out
with my heart to
gather the letters
to speak what my
dreams whisper.
Every poem that
I have written
and those yet unwritten
travel inspiration’s milky way
in my soul.
The child born a poet
and the woman who
will one day meet death
join in spirit in this world within.
United we speak through ink and pen.
We are my poetry, my voice.
© Susie Clevenger 2010
Real Toads ~ Open Link Monday
the words pour
from the universe
inside of me.
Imagination twinkles
in an alphabet sky
where I can reach out
with my heart to
gather the letters
to speak what my
dreams whisper.
Every poem that
I have written
and those yet unwritten
travel inspiration’s milky way
in my soul.
The child born a poet
and the woman who
will one day meet death
join in spirit in this world within.
United we speak through ink and pen.
We are my poetry, my voice.
© Susie Clevenger 2010
Real Toads ~ Open Link Monday
Comments
I love the alphabet sky, what a great image as you reach out to select the letters to form the words.. scrabble with the stars..
No one cares those mechanics, readers want it to be us and our perception that will end up on the paper, the tube, the text, for them.
Your lines:
"United we speak through ink and pen.
We are my poetry, my voice
are the summation. For me I would add to "we speak through ink and pen" and computer screen because I compose on my computer.
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We are my poetry, my voice.
Exactly Susie! We communicate with words and that represent our inner feelings instead of our voice! Nicely!
Hank
Thanks for taking back to your earlier work.
K