Poetry Break – Words On The Page

(from a FB post March 2021) last night I dreamt that I was drowning in purple ink… and it struck me this morning that I had started writing poems every day and then just stopped.

Not sure I want to keep up an everyday thing, but it was obvious my one-shot poetry was keeping my mind at ease somehow.

SO not sure if that was a case of doing something else creative to unblock or that my artist was saying hey it’s great you enjoy this thing too…but the words still want to come out.

Guess I’m back to writing… Words on the Page

When I write with pen and paper the words bleed themselves onto the page

The hand moves to catch up but the words have already decided where they will be

If music plays in the background my mind follows it out of the way of the words

They crawl out hesitantly at first not sure if they will be sequestered yet again

They have often flowed joyously onto pages shifting, teasing, searching, seeking

Only to be disparaged, judged, ridiculed no peace no kind word of encouragement

Thrashed and beaten they retreat not wishing to be scolded for existing

And now I sit ready, weeping for all the times I punished those words

Those sweet words that understood my thoughts, my pains, my fleeting joys

Words that began as meaningless mumbles mere scratches on the page

Those words that grew and appeared and filled the pages with healing with release

Over and over, they tried to be there coaxing helping pleading only to be rebuked

Once again looking for refuge once again crawling back my schemes and ideas vanishing

Fading into the fears swallowed up by pride and ego and crushing doubt

The words they never fail me

even when I’ve done my best to silence them

They will still slowly return

Both of us hoping this time I’ll let them stay

Let them live

Let them breathe

Let them be imperfect

And True.

Author: Aminda

Well, that is the question, isn't it? What if I don't actually know who I am. I have things I do, things I like. but are they who I am? Who knows. But that's what I'm here to figure out. Will the real Aminda please stand up? (Not you Slim Shady) Here's how I identify right now: Peace - Love - Punk - Rainbows BoardGamePlayin SciFiWatchin' BookReadin' Doghavin' PunkRockin' Meditatin' Nerdy/Hippy/Geeky Bipolar/ADHD Humanist/Feminist/Atheist Bi-Sexual/They/Them Mama

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