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What is My Reason for Writing?

You ask about my reason for writing

And I will say

It is to know what I am thinking

It is a record of what I was thinking yesterday

I want to be able to look at an idea

And condense it to its’ essence

OK, that is what you want to say

Now ask again, Is it really what you want to say?

I want to say it clearly

Without stutter

There is an elegance to clarity

Hard edged, flat color

I want to throw caution to the wind

And see what comes back

In the form of a black bird with red wing

…Or a poem

April 17, 2019

https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-16

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Say it… Say It Differently

Perhaps prose is more clear

The who, what and where 

Are often stated

Everything is said

For the sake of clarity

But in a poem

You may stay hidden

Never come out at all

The guests arrive

But may never see you

On the other hand

You may be front and center

It is your choice

You are the poet

Always looking for a different

Way to say it.

April 17, 2019

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The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisoner

I suppose you are right
Held against my will
Through the long night
Words in flight

A prisoner I am
I cannot take up residence
In someone else’s head
In this place I was born

And suffer a bit of obsession
Thinking the same thoughts
Over and over again
We are told we have

26 thousand thoughts a day
Unfortunately, most are the same
I know mine sure are
This will probably remain the same

Until I die
As it has been so far
Unless… someone leaves the door ajar
Then I will escape

Be free at last
Still, where ever I go
There I am
The mind is its own beautiful prisoner

April 17, 2019

Poems in April ~ Somewhere in the midst of stirring April

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/poems-in-april-somewhere-in-midst-of.html