Peaking through the pavement,
a little burst of yellow.
Trampled and squashed
but still there,
still beautiful.

through a pane of clear glass
eyes bulging, ears straining
a silent world comes to life

poetry is the quiddity of me
it is so intertwined with my soul
that it is woven into my heart
I could never abandon this
it is my other half
it is me
words flow from my mind
and onto paper or a screen
it is part of me
poetry is the quiddity of me