anybody reads.
Bleeds to page and blooms
in crimson, sky and song.
It’s okay if {almost} nobody’s list
-ening. This is her place,
her space to whisper, stumble,
scream. She’s got a ream
of paper ten miles long, an
unspent song and
an indigo pen that’s already
spilling itself silly. She talks
to trees. And snails. Wails
at the moon {all phases}
on a regular basis. Longs
for sea.
She’s stinky with ink, stirs
her coffee with a pen. Some
-times wines her rhyme. Be
-gins again.
Someday, she may just de
-cide to scribe these things
on leaves, scrape them loose
and let
them
………..fly.
..
..
shared over at poets united’s poetry pantry.
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Love the attitude & tone of this poem..how we let out emotions via writing is perhaps a blessing in disguise. Beautifully executed 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Oh, wow, those closing lines. But they already do fly, kiddo. And even if nobody read, we would write them anyway Beautiful imagery in this poem.
I think I recognize this.. just like a poet does, those lines that just comes spilling… (though I think I have almost never scribbled a poem)… wonder how to fit those leaves in my printer…:-)
this is perfect. and sorta reminds me of myself. word and coffee….a girls best friends! 🙂
This is wonderful! It hits close to home.
Interesting style and very good read/write.
the underlining Autumnal essence is nicely wrought into this weave of poesy
Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today
much love…
It was a fun to read, reminded me of someone… It’s wonderful to have ‘her space to whisper, stumble,scream. ‘ for sure. Hope she will keep writing!
huge smiles, from beginning to end … really, so fulfilling to read in its entirety
Oh, Lord yes!
I am in love with this poem as it flies on my tongue and into my soul…I feel her and hope that she let’s them fly.
I’m okay, you’re okay. Let’s howl at the moon (all phases). That parenthesis made my day.
They fly! And we’re listening. 🙂
Very cool writing ~ I like all the word breaks and flow, and I am listening 🙂
That would b beautiful – but mod-podge them first if you don’t want them to just compost away!
Yes, sometimes those words just keep coming whether anyone reads them or not; but that doesn’t make them any less important. Scribbling them on leaves is one way to make them fly. I admire that.
We’re listening. Let them fly!
nice.
Got to let the words fly…! Nicely done.
She sounds great, I’d like to meet her! She certainly has potential and most importantly she not talking about it but doing it.
…’scrape them lose and let them fly’ – like a true druid 😉
May she keep writing her beautiful poems on, and on, and on… They fly high, see?
sounds just like what a poet is doing, putting words to paper (or leaves) when the inspiration hits. 🙂
And thank heavens she does and the words fly – i think (hardly) is harsh – your words and all that excitement…writing can be the best thing in the world!
A delightful write!
I like the way the title is also the first line of the poem. You touch on a subject close to many a writer’s heart, especially those who pen poetry, and yet you convey some sense of freedom to choose to continue, even if no one is reading. Thanks.
Usually, rhyming feels claustrophobic, not yours! Fly, baby, fly.
A treat to read!
Do you know that there is a tree called ab autograph tree, where you could scribe your poems on the leaves? A lovely image your words flying about the world 🙂