Writing Poetry

Is when
Disarray surrounds me,
Aimless papers,
Shrieking cockatiels,
Awaiting dogs,
Chirruping children,
Ringing phones,
Unanswered.

Is when
An image surrounds me
Diffusing
From inside
Out
Veils the noise,
Hushed.

And then pulls me
Gently
Into a warm pool,
Surrounds me
With silken fluid,
Enfolding me,
Submerged.

Effervescence
Incites,
Breath inhales,
Rest moves,
Death lives,
Encompasses me,
Enspirited.

Impressionable time
Of cohesive ripples,
Among each, I choose
One to caress me
With calm
Colorful silouettes
Buzzing thuds,
Velvety needles,
Fresh cut grass,
Perceived.

I am the current
Collecting each wave
Slipping through my fingers,
leaking from a formless pool
To the wooden floor,
Chair, table, pencil
Created.

by Ninette Franz