Thank you. That is my voice waking me to the risen sun. I breathe in and yawn. My body feels stiff, I stretch. I feel each ligament, Each muscle reminds me I am still here. My eyes flutter and form is added to my vision. A bed, mirror, tables, and plants, glow under the curtain, dimmed light.
I am home. Home is me.
My dog pushes her nose against the bedroom door. She is awake. She stretches her body downward, Tail up and I hear her peaceful moan. Each muscle reminds her that she is still here. Her jaw parts to pant and she is happy. Thank you for my human.
And there we are. Two beings, Animated again. Living prayers in skin.
A poem’s words can stem from thoughts, feelings or experiences. It can be a few lines or a few pages. The shape of the words can be in a traditional paragraph form or take the shape of an object. Poetry can be about anything, but what I love about poetry is its reach.
I can write a poem about my love for nature, and the reader can interpret it as the love for a child. I can write a poem about finding strength after heartbreak, and the reader can interpret it as a recovery from addiction.
A poem’s words can stem from the writer’s thoughts, feelings, or experiences. Poetry can speak to the reader in ways the writer never imagined. Therefore, I live. Therefore, I feel. Therefore, I write. All tears, blood, and sweat are transformed to verse. My life is yours to recite.