I am a poet.
My hands shake
in ecstasy
upon the sight
of
pens and blank
sheets scattered
about carelessly
on my desk.
I am a poet.
My forehead in
its wrinkled
state impress
wealth
of reflection,
inspired by
the magnificence
of nature.
I am a poet.
My blood streams
passion in
every heartbeat;
words flow in my
thoughts like a
river finding
its way to the sea.
I am a poet.
My adrenaline
rush through
raptured veins
as my
senses amuse
themselves with
the lavish
colors of my hurt.
I am a poet.
My creative
archetype
groove with
festive thumps
as silence
bounce about in
rhythmic union
with my laughter.
I am a poet…
by virtue of who
I am
and what I feel
as
I seek of an
avenue,
I write my life
space with faith
and ardor of a
craftsman
that indeed I am
a POET.
©Marjo
Josue