Poetry

Poetry gives you a key to emotions you lock up tight,
until you finally find the words...the words are like a storm
that builds up slowly, taking up power from places deep inside,
wide open spaces that yield to freedom for the poet's soul.
Poetry is its own entity, a life force that moves of its own will,
taking the poet places familiar sometimes and sometimes unknown.
When my pen strikes up a conversation with the pad before me,
I feel like a third wheel, I'm given the privilege to be part of the words being written
but I must not, cannot, will not interrupt.
The flow and power rises from places deep inside me,
a storm that builds and must run its course and I, like a whirling dust devil,
swirl in ecstatic freedom.