The Poet



Trapped within the letters,
Trying to form a word,
Feelings become sentences…
Instincts demanding I be heard.

Words often ooze from music,
Thoughts swell within emotions
Giving a sentence some fluidity;
Liquifying once staid motions.

Words that trod a lifetime
Are blazing brand new trails
Through volumes of past garbage
To weave a sonnet’s tale.

Complex O’s and X’s
A simple computer code,
Unravels the mind’s currents,
Turning life into an ode.