words, sometimes they dance

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breath timed to
passing clouds

inhale
exhale

where
my poetry lies

tucked neatly within
each exhalation

rising as my chest
falls

close my eyes
words dance

upon
my eyelids

exhale
inhale

i watch the show
each gyration a

new configuration
images flow

this is where
my poetry hides

 

inhale
exhale

each discovery
a new fantasy

every verse
a new creation

molded first
in mind

formed by
hand

exhale
inhale

here
i am

 

4 Comments Add yours

  1. zenofjenni says:

    a meditation in poem form – lovely

    1. Yes. That’s exactly the feeling I was going for. Thank you.

  2. heyannis says:

    Wanda, this poem gives me such a feeling of peace. The occasional rhyme is very effective, too. Thank you. xoA

    1. As a poet you can sometimes fall into rhyming unconsciously which may cheapen your meaning. It’s a tough balance, a dance really to establish a rhythm without a rhyme.

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