Words
Words words
Upon the page
Lines and more lines
That I decided to write
As I engage with this poem here
No need to define
But instead reprise more
With various poetic thoughts
That have just randomly appeared
For I have no need to
Explain yet remain
Unequivocally me
And so it is, and free to be
Whatever I deem
For it may seem
To be scattered about
For with a poetic heart
I am not without
Perfection put away
As the interpretation is always open
After being read and took place
As a spark of meaning both
Inside and outside the head and mind
As I took the time
Just because
To write the now
And the what was
To think of what lies ahead
And also what won’t be
As I categorically
Declare that this poem
Correlates and shapes
That which poetically plagues
Every fiber of me
Running free and based inexplicably
At the cellular level, and creative prowess
Words
Words words
Upon this page
And lined up by
A poet on the rage
Freeverse and not formal
As this poem
Was meant to be this way
And how restful
To just write and be in the moment
Of a poem untitled
PM
POETICMOBILITY 
4 responses to “Poem Untitled”
You know the truth is, sometimes the words just need an outlet. Sometimes they have direction and sometimes they don’t, especially in the beginning years of dedicated writing or journaling.
People take away from our writing what they take away. Sometimes they identify with someone simply needing to rant. At other times, they are inspired by a twist of phrase or just a word or two that you threw out there, not really realizing anything at all might come of it. And so we write. 🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much and I could’ve agreed more with you. That is exactly what this was here and to what we also do as writers. So well stated and very relatable, appreciate your comment and view 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Welcome. 🙏
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike