For the Love of Poetry

 

Poetry is my best friend

allowing me to be

who I really am, navigating

the turbulent seas with me

and still keeping me afloat.

   

It lets me venture the unknown,

into a kaleidoscope  turning,

rotating, revolving from broken blue triangles, 

to sunny yellow stars - the kaleidoscope captures

the spectrum of my emotions 

from black to white,

and all the yellows, oranges, purples and reds in between.    

 

It does not judge me,

suggesting I follow a certain path,

but rather shows me alternate conduits

for me to choose from.    

 

The absolute decision is my own,

whether to succeed or to fail.

But the more I persevere,

the further I get in my journey towards excellence.

   

Poetry permits me to travel to far reaching locales,

without ascending an airplane. Like a time warp,

I can be transcended to exotic locations,

places I could only imagine  venturing to,

yet with the touch of a pen and dictionary,

I can conjure up  anew

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

Poetry is my best friend

allowing me to be

who I really am
I couldn't have said it better myself!! Well written, thanks for sharing.
-maria rose♥

[emmajoy]

Poetry is a writer's way of discovering self and the magic or logic of imagination. Fine words from you, certainly at the start of your journey.

[Judy]

Thanks - I never thought years back I would write about poetry - but indeed as somebody who struggles with a mental illness - poetry has saved me from psychosis

[emmajoy]

Poetry - well, writing as a whole, truly is a remedy in so many ways. Truly glad that it's been such a help, Judy. May words spell you sweetly into a wonderful new year .. :)

[Angi]

Poetry has allowed me to see inside myself. Those twistings and turnings have always been so dark before. I really like this piece, Judy. I love the conjuring, too. Nice. Angi~

[Judy]

Thanks for your reviews!

[Ruth]

Yes...indeed...

Judy, this touched me and will many, a Poet's world becomes like a diary for them, all the moments that flourish and fall within and alongside us, all noted and given a breath of life...

So beautifully written x

[Judy]

Poetry has become my saving grace

[Sue Ellen Walker-Koenig]

Rita said it best and I could do no better. Ascending, descending, and transcending.

[Rita L. Sev]

Poetry is a comforting friend, indeed. This is an excellent "ode in prose", extolling the joys of verse!