My writing,
is a chaotic rhythm.
I go,
from here
to there.
I dip my pencil and mind
into my red-wine ink,
And let my thoughts run wild
As I,
turn my pain into poetry,
And turn my sadness into stories,
And turn my burdened heart into something, beautiful.
Something true, something
Spoken.
Something shared.
And I
am often,
surprised at what's revealed.
Because unlike everything else
in my life,
my writing is not calculated.
It is messy,
and it is often unlovely.
But to be an artist,
is to
Be willing
To be open
To the thought of new.
To the thought of honesty.
To not being perfect.
To just being.
And feeling,
The hurts of a human -
Being.
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These bright leaves sprinkle
sidewalks with chaos, weather
you like it or not.
{RM} - My first time with dVerse Poets. I am very happy to be a part of Haibun Monday! And I am so, very thankful to my mom, Pat Spreng, who suggested that I join this wonderful community of poets.
"Why do you write the style of poetry you write. Not why you write poetry, but the why of your style. We all have a style that we write or a subject we seem to write about more consistently than others. Then, give me a classic haiku to end it."
