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hello poetry
you ve waited patiently for my musingins
my amusements
my mispellings
my offenses to standards of grammar

poetry
you are my constant.
my parent, the religion god told me
to study i
know shakespere and proverbs
because of you

whenver there's the quintenssential hole in my heart
or
dip in my mood i fill it with poetry

i love you,
and when i tell you
you give more, you let me in on you , reveal the inconsistancy in my thinking,
press the epiphany ive been meaning to have until it surfaces,
through you i explore, contextualize, compress then
release what ails,
i recieve joy in return,
bliss. something akin to zen when im with my poetry im all there
in sync and happy.

poetry,
you water proof me,
dam up the nonsense then channel it to a page
with ink or
lead i wish
i could write with the ivory keys i use
to play piano
if i could write poetry
using a piano,
the plants in my apartment would slowly turn thier leaves
toward me when i was in the room and not the sun,
puddles caught in potholes would reverberate drawing on the sensation
coming from my soul
the world
would be easy because it would stop
to listen to it. revolve to the beat of it
and sing to it..

but on saturday morning
with no poetry.
only the notes give to me
rote learning and drills and i am told by the music teacher
the things i do wrong and the things i could do better,
my attempts at creativity are condescended and
i laugh because i know music. ive known it longer than poems
but
my poems, came to me late in life,
i was old to them but
never treated me like a novice
they flew from me and fluttered within reach where
i could see them
the words lay flat on the page but
the poems wraped around and around
landed on my heart and i typed
i write, i write poetry,
i walk around
all day
with phrases in my head
quotes that i wrote...
writing
poems that i made.