Secret longings that my soul hides within itself Iíve forgotten how to rhyme My words that flowed in verse So connected So timed The words now tumble and spill too quickly for me to phrase I am so caught up in the moments Of trying to get out all That was once locked so deeply inside No way to escape The sentences didnít show form But now they escape In this jumble of emotion And some ask where did the music go And others tell me they now hear it For the first time Locked out of sequence Spilling from the soul Tender Raw Powerful and shocked full of emotion Me In words Spilling across the pages For all Or none But mostly For me.
------------------ Let my words fall first upon deaf ears before a closed mind...
Ahh, I truly understand this. I've found freeverse...sometimes thats the only way to truly 'hear the music' as you so perfectly state. Definitely write for you, azblond. That's when the masterpieces are created...
------------------ *Krista Knutson*
Wise is he who faces the frailty of man with the strength of an understanding heart. -- Daniel L. Miller
Glen Hope, PA USA