"Poet I am, poetry this be. Now you're swimming in my poetic dream. Welcome dreamer, you are the possibilities."

Here I am a passing fraze,
a sentence running across the stage.

Here's the chains I broke into pieces of poetic possibilities,
slowly falling onto the page.

Upon this dawning time I rise,
letters scatter as I begin to gather
line by line I hunt the rhythm.

Tug the boat toe to toe
ride the waves into chaotic
seas of poetic dreams.

These dark waters hold no secrets,
for I am it's boatman fishing for a
poetic stream as my thoughts fly
like star's across the sky falling into
a flooding river at my feet.

For I bleed poetry, I drink it like a
cup of tragedies, I am rooted possibilities, poetry is an idea dreaming of being me.

Poet I am, a dreamer of lucid plots,
the poet is set free from my caged mind that broke free from the chains of reality.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton