The Anatomy Of A Poem

Conception,  

The moment you breathe it in, 
it rummages in the blood stream, 
crystallizes in the lungs 
where it can take wing 
and exhale into the dimension of its manifest, 

leaving behind a thought: 
a raindrop on a petal, 
a whisper on a breeze 
carrying a word, a phrase, 
a seed nurtured in memory, in surprise, 
in harmony with a note 
from a symphony of rhyme

shaped by the world it is gifted with
words take on  a life of their own

Communion,

Thoughts synapse in a haze, naked, 
fumbling blindly in the dark, tangled 
in a maze of dense vine kicking and flailing; 

a dream floundering in a matrix of letters 
and emotion in a plea for meaning

until

just above the horizon, 
a glimmering image,
a sound, undecipherable at first; 
a pitched battle between 
cacophony, 
euphony, 
assonance, 
consonance 

pounding on the door of poem, 
all seeking recognition of purpose:

Enter the lovers dancing to a distant voice
that wraps love & hope in its arms,
or huddled in the corner of the mind
a frightened adolescent, confused, 
tormented by awareness of a world view 
where truth hurts and seeks an audience.

  Consummation

In the end, pen to paper
	opens to interpretation;
a rare bird’s melody

a mood ring wrapped around the mind
touching a heart
	tweaking a memory

a clean laundry of words
		hanging on a line
in a stanza of breeze

an image wanting
		seeking consent

life owns the world it inherits
so too a poem left to its own