She fell
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, the carrot, the tease.
Lady Poetry seeps through cracks
once sealed under skin. She weaves
her flavor by salt and spicy hand,
pen or pencil runs savagely among the chatter
almost violently, through torrent seas.
She’s the push and pull, pain and preserve
but she is free, unrestrained in the words.
Or perhaps, her hidden voice stays calm
like the fountain or flute steeps in serenity
but the chorus is everywhere, she says!
The poetry, seasoned and sprinkled,
her petitions drawn 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 fight for the right to exist.
- You summon forth yourself.
On paper, in person, in protest, in purity-
The creator inside, she just pushes
You
Out
Perhaps, that-
is the only reason to escape.
-J. Circosta
Escape, ©3.12.18
#SaltandSpice #Unrestraind #HaveaVoice #Poetry #ConjuretheMuse #Escape #jennifersmusing #TinyPoet
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, the carrot, the tease.
Lady Poetry seeps through cracks
once sealed under skin. She weaves
her flavor by salt and spicy hand,
pen or pencil runs savagely among the chatter
almost violently, through torrent seas.
She’s the push and pull, pain and preserve
but she is free, unrestrained in the words.
Or perhaps, her hidden voice stays calm
like the fountain or flute steeps in serenity
but the chorus is everywhere, she says!
The poetry, seasoned and sprinkled,
her petitions drawn 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 fight for the right to exist.
- You summon forth yourself.
On paper, in person, in protest, in purity-
The creator inside, she just pushes
You
Out
Perhaps, that-
is the only reason to escape.
-J. Circosta
Escape, ©3.12.18
#SaltandSpice #Unrestraind #HaveaVoice #Poetry #ConjuretheMuse #Escape #jennifersmusing #TinyPoet
