How, Why, or When
The words come to me now and then. I never know how, why, or when.
But they come to me in any case. And words I do my best to not waste.
Words speak for us and tell who we are. So use each wisely—keep them close not far.
Each word is like paint on a brush, so take care. The words you use are the you, you share.
So, I seek them out and try hard to use them well. Sometimes, my use is such that I struggle like hell.
Some fit and some don’t, I need to know what is right. Makes me feel creative and bright.
Things
Things happen, and then they don’t. Things happen and then they won’t.
But that’s life and the way things go. We think we can, but we cannot know.
We know the past, if in the present, maybe it. But for tomorrow, the light is not lit.
And that is our human issue. To know tomorrow is as fragile as tissue.
If this is true, live in the now. It is the gift of wisdom to know how.
Being present is the answer to how we must be. Feet on the ground and not up a tree.
Head, body, the present all one piece.
And since you are present, confusion will cease.
Why Poetry?
It cuts to the core using words often that rhyme. I enjoy finding words that belong to me if l claim them as mine.
I use them because they fit what I need. They are words that I feel and words that you read.
They tell you what I think and often what I feel. Word, not frill, but words that are real.
I mean they help shape what I mean. So important that words be clear and clean.
They need to fit in the picture I paint. Not random or what I aint.
It is me who speaks and writes these words. Not meant in general or only for nerds.
But for you and me, these are the words heard.
Sy
