I always start
the first draft
on my cell phone,
Poetry flows out
of my thumbs,
Blood pumps
through veins,
as letters
become words,
words become
brok-
en lines
and these lines become,
a piece of me, a piece of
you in ways
Soul whispers
flow
from my heart to
brain,
Memories become lines
both broken
and complete,
stream down my spine
circulate down to my
toes,
back up to my heart
and into
yours.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
I always start
the first draft
on my cell phone,
Poetry flows out
of my thumbs,
Blood pumps
through veins,
as letters
become words,
words become
brok-
en lines
and these lines become,
a piece of me, a piece of
you in ways
Soul whispers
flow
from my heart to
brain,
Memories become lines
both broken
and complete,
stream down my spine
circulate down to my
toes,
back up to my heart
and into
yours.
NaPoWriMo #15-Write a poem... about writing a poem.
