25 marca 2012
~~This Poet I Am~~
Midnight hour sets on the clock
Mother moon, lights up the deep black sky
The ray of light strikes on the surface of my bedroom window
Appears to disturb my sleep cycle
– Meanwhile,
I am tossing and turning unable to find comfort
Alphabetical letters whirled inside my head
Images and shapes throbbing my brain
looking to cluster and birth a meaning.
Under a teeny cylinder candlelight
I oblige to transcribe down my thoughts
Perhaps a poet I come to be?
~~~~
I glimpse down on the paper
Ponderous words exert feelings of discontentment and concern
The muse is coming stronger like a tam tam beat
So words are climbing down as though on the activist dance-hall
– Unbelievable!
They are revolutionise words
In form that pursuit a cause
It seems like my clever in action.
I rebel against my thoughts
I attempt to replace bitter lines with soft sentences
In the end the true rhythm of my heart reveals – A superlative minder
This poet I am
~~~~
Now the candlelight goes out, and
I’m sitting in the dark thinking.
~~~~
Thus, I bump into some difficult tunnels
To hear the voices, to interpret them,
then to feed them accordingly through the mind of the reader and listener.
Not an easy task. Sorry for those who think this way.
– Controversial!
Some depict me as a feminist thinker, a citizen poet--
Others view my approaches as 'A bowl of mixing salad.'
Either one bothers me not
What matters to me is the one life that I touch and make the difference.
There's always one indeed, not to say many
It's the power projected in the pen
The free verse unravel,
and create a piece of evocative writing,
Which is free to revise at any time-- makes me the poet I am.
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