When the Tears Flow the Words Fall Into Place
When emotion fills me like wine in a glass,
when words dance at the end of my pen and past,
when songs commence with sadness bursts,
when I watch my son's "firsts"
emotion wells within my heart
my pen is lit, and my words outwards start,
they alight upon each page like a butterfly upon a bloom.
bringing beauty to life and each idea into being soon.
my pen is my brush, my mind is my paint,
my hands are the shapers of beauty I make.
Poetry flows and tears fly down my face,
emotion unfreezes my poetry's lace.
finely in tune, swiftly undone, sitting alone,
I raise up the sun.
Bright and new, as the first day that's born,
each word freshens life, a new breath that's torn.
toss out the creativity, when my heart falls apart,
torn at the seams, but beauty to start.
Raw into sculpture,
chaos into simplicity.
Life is so beautiful with such irony.