ESCAPE
She hid behind solemn eyes
from those sacred texts
written in prayer.
Such words, sound naked
choked on tongue, exposed
like tangled braids rest
neatly tucked,
one, dangling
over
the other.
But she’s the bait, Lady Poetry-
the carrot, the tease
that seeps through cracks
once sealed under skin.
She weaves her flavor
by salt and spicy hand
pen or pencil running savagely
amongst the chatter,
violently through torrent seas-
She’s the push and pull,
the pain and preservation
but she is free, unrestrained
by the words-
Her voice, hidden in calm notes
like the fountain or flute steeps
in peace but the chorus
is everywhere, she says!
The Poetry; seasoned and sprinkled,
her petitions draw in colors on canvas
or could it be how sight and senses
are stitched and sealed in the soul?
You-
conjure the muse
You-
call upon the demons
You-
rise from inner depths and fight
For the Right to Exist!
You-
summon forth yourself!
On paper, in person, in protest!
The creator inside, she just
Pushes -
You -
Out!
Perhaps, that-
is the only reason to escape.
-J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 3.12.18
#SaltandSpice #Unrestraind #HaveaVoice #Poetry #ConjuretheMuse #Escape #TinyPoet
She hid behind solemn eyes
from those sacred texts
written in prayer.
Such words, sound naked
choked on tongue, exposed
like tangled braids rest
neatly tucked,
one, dangling
over
the other.
But she’s the bait, Lady Poetry-
the carrot, the tease
that seeps through cracks
once sealed under skin.
She weaves her flavor
by salt and spicy hand
pen or pencil running savagely
amongst the chatter,
violently through torrent seas-
She’s the push and pull,
the pain and preservation
but she is free, unrestrained
by the words-
Her voice, hidden in calm notes
like the fountain or flute steeps
in peace but the chorus
is everywhere, she says!
The Poetry; seasoned and sprinkled,
her petitions draw in colors on canvas
or could it be how sight and senses
are stitched and sealed in the soul?
You-
conjure the muse
You-
call upon the demons
You-
rise from inner depths and fight
For the Right to Exist!
You-
summon forth yourself!
On paper, in person, in protest!
The creator inside, she just
Pushes -
You -
Out!
Perhaps, that-
is the only reason to escape.
-J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 3.12.18
#SaltandSpice #Unrestraind #HaveaVoice #Poetry #ConjuretheMuse #Escape #TinyPoet
