that’s poetry

September 21, 2012

poetry has not escaped me.

it sits quietly in the corner
of my breathing room.

allowing me to write
in places
without rhyme and reason

…without ink.

in her kisses,
and my cousin’s laughter.
in the company of a friend
or the phone conversation
with my so-grown nephew.

the poem writes itself
without writing.

poetry isn’t just the spoken word
it is also the word unspoken…
the word we Feel.