Poetry like a collage

I enjoy making collages. I find pieces of papers, postcards, postcards, drawings, leaves, ribbon, wrappers, etc. Then I organize them using some unknown characteristic that draws everything together artistically. Collages are single elements brought together to form something beautiful and interesting.

Writing poems is like making a collage. They are one in the same. When I write poetry, I bring together words to make a meaning, a picture with letters and sounds. You can't hold on to it. You can't touch it. But you can see it with your imagination. You can feel it rising up inside of you until you can't contain the idea or the phrases any longer.

A poem is merely a grouping of words. It's the poet who takes the words and collects them and organizes them into something unique and beautiful. It is the fragile humanity which brings meaning to the phrases and lines and verses. The divine spark that brings the wonder and beauty behind the words.

And words are a wondrous thing in themselves.

I love that God has given us the power to create. In a way, I think that it's one of the ways we were created in God's image. He is the great Creator. And He's given us the ability to create as well. We can compose music, write poems and novels and stories, create art, design technology... we can create. It's an amazing gift.

Now, poetry...

A Commentary On Lost Poems

Revolutionary spark through

A road

Or a walk, feet patter

The certain shine of light

Messy raindrops in spirals

Shower their epiphanies

Leaden ink to paper

To remind

But never soon enough

Slip through the wires

Travel down the life veins

Drop to the floor, lost

Divine forgotten beauties

Now gone

Like an erased word

Forever escaped memories

Reach underneath the skin

Swallowed up genius

Remake the endless frustration

Into life

Writing her death of words

To a rebirth of verse

Should one expire

Another cycle begins

For You (Take It And Believe)

Take my hands

Sever the extremity

Position correctly

And touch

Take my ears

Slice the skin all the way

Position correctly

And hear

Take my eyes

Cut the vein, the nerves

Position correctly

And see

Take my heart

Remove the beating life

Position correctly

And feel

Take my hope

Share the glorious light

Position correctly

And touch the hope

Hear the hope

See the hope

Feel the hope

Hope

Bone

A throbbing beat

Pulsing through the marrow

The bones ache

Groaning as they bear

Weight from the absence

Of folly's reconciliation

Pushing through the skin

Towards freedom

Ribcage lifted for the sky

Leaving Heart defenseless

Her skeleton feels

What she left behind

Taking over sentiment

Chilled to the very bone

They long for resolution

Like A Cat

Words to nose

Surrounded by black and white

Lie for hours

Stretch... reach

Feel every muscle pull

A feline movement

Never removing dark eyes

From others' playful words