Time to share another poem…
Becoming
Real
I am.
My own thoughts
Whisper to me
Quietly.
Sometimes I mistake them
Thinking,
Perhaps
They are wishes,
Memories
Or the simple rhythm
Of the moving world.
Startled
I stumble through words,
Meaning
The shock of the sound
Of myself
Attempting expression
Shaken
By a depth of feeling
That can only be
Myself
Becoming
Real.
Loved this poem… and am enjoying reading this blog a bit. Glad I stumbled acrossed it. Keep writing. =)
~smj
Wow.. That was beautiful
So, when are you going to start sending off these gems to get them published? You have an incredible feeling for words and it shows in your writing. Keep it up.