hi, my name is lynn p.and i'm a poet. it's been twenty minutes since my last poem, and i'm afraid i'll slip into the odes again.
i don't mind
poetry lets out the emotions of me. poetry keeps the secrets of me. poetry helps me learn about me, and how i can tell someone else about the mystery of me.
and so i scribe
i want to encourage others to write. i want them to think they can pick up a pen, and let out all the frustrations of the day ... laying them out phrase after phrase ... until they can make sense of what they have inside ...
like i do
i worry that sometimes i write too much because i don't want to bombard the stratosphere with my words. i worry when i don't write, because i think i'm losing the muse.
sometimes i worry too much
for even when the world thinks i'm quiet, i'm fire inside... i'm so alive with words sometimes that i burst into vowels and rhymes
i do it all the time
even in my darkest days i type and rage
may the pages always be kind
to me and thee