( poem for National Poetry Day, written in 10 minutes, Llyfrgell Aberteifi/Cardigan... 14.51
Poetry lives
in order to be free,
precious and unguarded
but sadly is often not noticed,
as people walk on by
not even looking,
so simply ignored.
Like a big issue seller
wearing an invisibility cloak,
words written in life's frenzy
in times emotion,can be rejected,
left behind, stuck on a page
lonely and lost.
Sometimes clumsy
after sipping too many wines,
just takes a chance
thinking about yesterday
and the days to come,
words escape to express feeling
contained within.
Searching for meaning
waiting to be set free,
with shaking fingertips
imperfect thoughts,
half formed released,
because there is
no other way.
As the winds outside
continue to blow,
words unregulated
arrive random and unexplained,
the sound of a heart beating
a lonely cry.
Mind continues to explore
the silence that has no room to contain,
wandering full of love and spirit,
will continue to spread
a wild virus of precious intent.
making it all up as I think,
refusing to be abandoned.
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