A poet’s Words, by J Ann Crowder

J Ann Crowder

By J Ann Crowder

I hastily write words—breezy, euphoric, dreamy, perhaps at times chilly and black

They swim from my mind in colors beautiful—blues and reds, sometimes darker shades

All transform into a peticular shape and size like squares, prisms, or triangles—shaping a conformity of creativity and ideas, connecting dots

Betimes my words rain as a soft spring, shimmer warm as a bronzing sun, or snow cold as a frigid glass

Often my words spark and tumult like lightening and thunder, flowing strong as hurricanes

Still, before making such a voluminous brush stoke's magic, my words make a loud clamor of wanton stars for freedom of eloquence in expressive thought stamping open, blank pages

I swing wide doors because I can no longer endure a stutter upon my breath, or such persistent knockings

Thus, I spend a moment hastily writing words, no longer concealing these truths inside

I dedicate this to words and my fellow poets. Written July 14th, 2016.

Nelson D Reyes

over 3 years

I wrote this many moons ago, a 31 "on" (syllable) haiku with no "kigo" (season).
Rather it's for all seasons. I called it "Stone's Throw".

I picked a stone
Yes it left a mark - shallow
Too deep for a rock

Moved a rock it left a mark-
Deep too shallow for stone

Life is too short, a tired cliche, but no amount of words can fully express
the beauty within ourselves in such a condensed amount of time we
spend on this planet earth. Even if we stay around a bit longer.
Most often a terse, concise word is enough to capture the essence of us,
of our acts, our abstractness even, our emotions. And we know poetry does
a good job of this.

Thank you Jenifer for the dedication. Get those words out, euphoric or otherwise,
fill those blank pages in haste uncensored! I heart your poems.

J Ann Crowder

over 3 years

I love this!!! You are
Simply amazing with words Nelson. I grew to love words through reading other's words. It's amazing what can come from our minds and the power of a single word. You are right! Poetry does a wonderful job at using words.

Robert L. Martin

over 3 years

When I was younger, I just let words roll off my tongue. It was easy. Now it is much harder. I have to take a lot of time to write something. I wish I had as large a vocabulary as you do.

Vic

over 3 years

Well, the painter uses a brush to create in a canvas; a sculptor has a chisel to create shapes from a block of stone - but a poet uses a pen to weave words into a thing of beauty... though in my case sometimes it's a monstrosity. LOL

Nice poem, fitting tribute!