It’s a funny thing poetry
Emotion opens the page
Feelings push the pen
Stroke the keyboard
Arrange words
The heart overseeing everything like a conductor who denotes
You speak
Now you
And you
And you
And the melody flows forth
From within
To without
Where it becomes this poem
Or rather prose (of course)
Which your eyes
Pick up
Take to your brain
Or sometimes
When the words allow
They take a less circuitous route
Instead absorbing them
Directly into your heart
It’s a funny thing because without emotion the inclination does not begin
To write
Instead you potter around doing other things and then emotion sweeps in
And ..:
But if there is too much emotion
A block forms in the throat
Too much anger
Fear
Sadness
Whatever
Provokes a suddenly choked feeling and nothing flows
And you have to wait for the room to calm
The orchestra to fall quiet
The kid in the back row to stop making farting noises…
Finally
Then the heart
Will once again be able to conduct
And the fingers to write
What
Needs
Saying
