225: Letter to a Poet

I love it when time is taken to shape words into thoughts

I hope the writer finds it therapeutic, as I do of course
the rhythm and the rhymes
become the focus of my mind
as I play with the words
the thoughts appear quite unobserved.

Truth sneaks out when not held back
when the constant conscious effort to restrain goes slack
as I push all my energy into beautiful word connections
raw emotion does not suffer its usual untimely rejection
and so it seeks freedom of expression and reaches for the light
bubbling freely with abandon a true reflection of what is real and what is right.

What cannot easily be aired when head is pounding and eyes are red
will surface effortlessly when the barriers are unmanned
and the words can frolic around without some grand restrictive plan
the mind plays tricks and clouds the simplistic brain
seeking to forget and smother all the pain
the truth is fettered along with love and all reality
I need these escaping words to say painful things and give me sanity.

My mission, let’s be clear
is love and never fear
to open the door and watch the monsters run
to feel relief as their terrorising shadows melt and die in the sun
then I know my fears were some insubstantial vapour
never to be given the power of the hand held upper.

Thoughts can be a deceitful slippery slope
one covered in black ice, where you really need a rope
not to hang yourself high and hasten death
but of love to haul you higher so you fly gracefully with each breath
come let us soar like those wedge tail eagles paired for life
trusting in a wind they cannot see
but whose existence gives them flight.

Lady Satellite

190: My Soul Knew

Written from my heart
you languished in darkness
put away for safe keeping
where you became invisible.

The tangible sweetness
of rediscovery takes me back
and connects me to my past.

My hands tremble
holding the poetry of my soul
recognition that I existed then
as I am now is a revelation.

I delight in finding myself
alive in my past
I was there, but I too languished
invisible in darkness.

Only rarely did my soul sing
loudly enough to be heard in this world
from that distant place
where I put myself away for safe keeping.

Lady Satellite

170: Denying the Fear

Okay! Okay! Okay!

The time is now
In some way, somehow
These words will come out
They circulate around
They have a life of their own
Their future is unknown
But they will have an effect
In whose life they interject.
In my head they cannot stay
They have to come out today
They pour across the page
They are powerful with rage
There are important things to say
If I can just find the way.

So I let my pencil talk
Across the page it cannot walk
It races at lightning speed
Determined to succeed.
It’s task is wholly clear
To get these words to appear
Are they profound or are they simple?
It matters not, it’s just a principle
Immerse yourself in the flow
Let it all go! Let it all go!

What comes from this is magic

Trust in me and you too can have this
I am the voice of inspiration
I am everywhere in every nation
Connect with me and I will come
And write with you while you run
To keep pace with the thoughts that flow
Like water, just watch me go.
The art is in not trying
To control the outcome here
The skill is in denying
That little thing called fear
You can write at any time
In any place upon the earth
You can do it on your phone
Or with a stick upon the dirt.
Words are so ephemeral
They come and then they go
So share them with the world
And let everybody know.

Lady Satellite

47: Bad Timing

Passionate is how I feel

About creative writing

Words are dancing in my head

Calling and inviting.

They romp and roll around each other

When I’m underneath the shower

They taunt and tease my brain

Hour after hour.

When I’m driving in my car

With the music playing loud

I’m tapping on the steering wheel

Soaking up the sound.

I listen to the lyrics

Penned by some other bard

Admiring the songs on which

They worked so very hard.

Suddenly the lyrics fade

And all I hear is rhythm

Then in my head new words appear

And everything is different.

Verses flow quick and easy

Appearing as if by magic

Though I cannot write them down

While my wheels turn on their axes.

I wish that I could capture

This outpouring of new rhyme

That occurs when I’m driving

And I haven’t got the time!

Lady Satellite

20: Catch the Thought

Hold the pencil,
wait for inspiration to materialise.
Hold the thought,
wait for its form to crystallise.

Clear your mind
and the words come like swirling mist,
tumbling, turning,
through my brain they twist.

Out of the ether,
the burgeoning idea unfolds,
onto the paper,
the finished poem, behold!

Lady Satellite

Sitting there wondering what to write about and a poem about writing a poem appears!!!