*Thank You--based on a spoken word poem
by the magnificent Sarah Kay
I get lost all the time.
I always feel I should be somewhere else.
It is the curse of being a poet
And the grace of being one.
When I am inside writing
I feel I should be outside living.
When I am outside living.
I feel I should be inside writing
about all the beautiful things I see.
When I write my emotional love poems.
I feel I should be outside
loving someone for real.
When I am out loving someone
I feel I should be inside
writing a love poem about it.
I always feel I am lost in between.
But I found some peace
and some tranquility
I learned to whisper the words
Thank You.
On the first breath of morning.
And of the last waking moment of night.
So I know for sure that when
It is my last moment on earth.
I would say to my maker
how grateful
and privileged I have been.
To have been given the grace
of a poet's eyes
And the emotional oceans
of a poet's heart.*
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
*Thank You--based on a spoken word poem
by the magnificent Sarah Kay
I get lost all the time.
I always feel I should be somewhere else.
It is the curse of being a poet
And the grace of being one.
When I am inside writing
I feel I should be outside living.
When I am outside living.
I feel I should be inside writing
about all the beautiful things I see.
When I write my emotional love poems.
I feel I should be outside
loving someone for real.
When I am out loving someone
I feel I should be inside
writing a love poem about it.
I always feel I am lost in between.
But I found some peace
and some tranquility
I learned to whisper the words
Thank You.
On the first breath of morning.
And of the last waking moment of night.
So I know for sure that when
It is my last moment on earth.
I would say to my maker
how grateful
and privileged I have been.
To have been given the grace
of a poet's eyes
And the emotional oceans
of a poet's heart.*
Thank You, Sarah, for your wonderful Poetry
Jude