Friday, March 16, 2012

threads

i christen these pages anew
with words i can only pray haven't
crossed paths before.

but perhaps it's a lost cause
nowadays.

all the star-crossed poets are cursed
to always find
their lives mirrored on paper,
in rhyme
or simply in a passing thought
they may never find again.

it's the way of the world
but it's also the way they've chosen
so pity is, unfortunately, scarce.

and we twirl around to an end,
whereupon the result is praised and collected
or it becomes the newest resident
of the ever-feared and over-filled
waste-paper bin.

when the muse is gone,
whether vanished or lost,
it's either a fresh vantage point
or catastrophe.

sometimes it's trial and error
and others it spills from the pen
flowing from heart to hand
like charismatic ink with a mind of its own.
unleashed.

then it's over
and it's another extension of the soul
that somehow escaped to the
notebook's threads
where it's left for ready eyes
or else left for dead.

01.2010

2 comments:

booguloo said...

I'm not a commentator, but I can tell you I enjoyed how it flowed and love the first and last stanzas.

Dana Leah said...

hi! thank you so, so much for your comment! i appreciate you stopping by and reading and any input you have. thank you again my friend. x