8/5/08

As I sit here writing...no
Not writing, vibing.

I think about the the essence of poetry (to me)
A kaleidoscope of mentalities
Converging, providing

A whole new outlook,
Old strains subsiding.

Teaching this simple soul
The subtle values
Of rhyming

...

Helping me to grow
And to slowly realize

That within this persona
I've constructed
I can no longer abide

So I lay down my mask,
And set pretense to the side

Take up my pen and
Again begin to write

Freely breathing the poetic wind,
Learning to see with unveiled eyes.

A blank slate lies before me
As I leave "the struggle" far behind...

-DL Martin