Why I write Poetry - Expressing those things that hide inside.

Why do I write poetry? Let me try and describe it.

Staring on the illuminated screen before me; I center my imagination, thoughts, my feelings, and try to write. Sometimes the words don't come in stories for me. Sometimes they don't come all clear and organized in the form of an article, proposal or whichever focused writing I do. When those moments happen I pause just for a second and something inside let's me know poetry is coming.

In those moments, just before I begin typing, just milliseconds before I'm in the "flow", I know it's going to be poetry. Describing the feeling of knowing it will be poetry is something only a poet would understand. It seems silly really trying.

Writing poetry to me is knowing my detached thoughts are about to descend on my keyboard and the words will just seem to slip together like they're waking up for the first time. Expressing those things that hide inside is a relationship with my soul that I've enjoyed for as long as I can remember.

Writing poetry is foundational to me. It's where I learned to breath as a writer, and it's where I learned to share in rhythmic heart beats, of my own music, what I didn't even know I was feeling.

When I write poetry I remember the love of writing. When I share a few thoughts from my heart, not yet clear and defined, it reminds me of a purity in writing I want to always have. That's why I write poetry. That's why I do it.

In sorrow sweeps

Breath wet with sleep

Tonight the dream weaves tightly

You're not this thing scratched healing

Rest is your willingness

Cold warnings offer stillness

Windows open the corners to divine

Flickering over again on the layers you put aside

Hope remains

But your sorrow sweeps

It races past what you thought has been done

When the dirt washed off your hand unchanged

The fingers try to point soiled within

All that drips from those parched lips

You almost want to try again

Where did it begin

Hope remains

But sorrow sweeps