“Why I Write”

putting pen to paper
fingers to keys
bares (bears) my heart and soul
to any who care to read
it purges the mental and emotional
garbage I’ve fed on
relieving that nauseated feeling in my brain
I write to find my path
through the maze of my own tangles
to illuminate reality
I write to pull myself out of pits
and ravines I’ve trod in my own psyche
building ladders and stairways
to a more balanced place


“A Poet’s Price”


once I told someone
that poetry is all about play
about taking words and pressing them together
in ways that are often
that writing a poem is no different to me
than being psychoanalyzed
it exposes
makes raw reality
compels me to search my soul
to find things buried
deep within
it requires I sacrifice little parts of me
carved off and hidden within each poem
the words I share with the world
lay me open
before those who wish to unearth
the secrets
poetry also requires that I take those words
and turn them around
create new realities
envision worlds within worlds
so that the pieces of me I sew into them
are a part of those places

d’Verse’s Ars Poetica this week has us writing poetry about poetry. I’ve already written about poets, but here’s one about the writing itself.