Puffs of poetry smoke
that evoke and don't choke
The hold of emotions,
can be strong,
or a feeling that turns,
your inside to wrong
Know this
Poetry untwists,
a spine of words
Vertebrae bones stacked
Spinal column,
it is not sombre and solemn
A disc that absorbs the pressure
The gel a cushion well
Stop the bones rubbing,
and let the words,
feel like soft feathers,
and not emotion leathers
Extensor muscle stand up
Now lift the objects and emotions
Standing straight with clear devotions,
and now regulated emotions

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney