a poem about poetry
a poem is a portrait of the soul
it is incomplete and whole
vulnerable and bold
it can antagonise and cajole
aimless or towards a goal
meaningless yet foretold
cozy, warm or cold
it can shun my inner tension
and alleviate a disquieting sensation
it can relativise a situation
as a soother for my soul, did I mention
my inner child complex relation
the menacing inner spirit that seeks degradation
quelling ascension, reaping descension
a poem is an empty page
to store the rage
escape from the cage
from self-recrimination and blame
the soul to tame
in life’s wicked game
my poetry means
everything and
nothing
yet, it makes my soul sing
to fly on a wing – spread arms
of hope and serenity
a reconciliation with my
alacrity
impurity
purity
temerity
transparency
duplicity
fragility
vitality
vulgarity
humility
anxiety
serenity
a poem is love exploration
a vindication of my flaws
my ability to pause
reflect, detect a detestation
a conflation of love and hate
which my words will dissipate
fusing my mind and my heart
in words that are
magnificent
munificent
incandescent
reminiscent
pearlescent
acquiescent
evanescent
revivascent
indecent
concupiscent
detumescent
uncomplacent
omnificent
consent
Yet
Always
Always
Always
PRESENT
By
Adele Leahy
