Note: poem can be read: sequentially; as individual columns; or columns, read left-right. |
[1]Where does my voice go, When put on a page? Rises through the air, But falls when engaged. [5]Anchoring the machine, Which produces thought, Set sail in forever, The answers I sought. A Voice [9]Guided direction, Propels me this way, Told of enemies, Who lead thoughts astray. [13]Dance with the suitors, Who'd fight to consume, This yearning desire, I'm left to assume. [17]Waltz in time, speed up; Step upon my feet. Jive as though no end's, Ready for you to meet. [21]Back and balanced, Centered once again, Bridging the gap, Of “I have” and “I can.” [25]Days that leave me left, [26]Meet days from the right, [27]Trying together, To gather insight. [29]Questioning the world, [30]Framing of my thoughts, [31]Fighting the constructs, Of what I am not. [33]Are the reasons for, [34]Living in this way, [35]To create and shape, The unwritten day. [37]Life left unfurled. [38]Untangling knots. [39]Labor releasing, The truth that I've sought. |