I am poetry
I want poetry to exist like I want flowers to be.
I love poetry,
I love when it’s in my head, on paper, in front of me, through me, with me. , in me.
I don’t care if I don’t make a penny, or no one reads it, or even if the whole world reads it,
If it’s got, un-got, made sense of, interpreted, ignored, loved and cherished, or burnt to cinders.
I love it when it’s recited, internalized, put to melody or some ill beat.
I am poetry and just need to keep producing otherwise I will seize to be.
So whether it’s genius, trite or crap, I will keep flowing until my thumbs go numb and my tongue goes dry and my wrist are arthritic and eyes go blind,
Because it makes me vibrate
Like a song
And I want to share and spread it so I can fly!