Day-2 OctPoWriMo-2017- (Prompt-We Write Because We Must )
Why do I write?
Moreover,
Why poetry?
And the answer
Lies in the restless void.
Shifting from conscious
To an unconscious state,
The mind play games
When the dark hours
Envelope the memories
Laying dormant for eons.
Bursting to expose
In the form of thoughts
They find solace
On the parchment of words.
A catharsis,
To find peace
To cure the heart of wild deeds
A restless journey ends
When the soul gets inked.
Why do I write?
Moreover,
Why poetry?
And the answer
Lies in the restless void.
Shifting from conscious
To an unconscious state,
The mind play games
When the dark hours
Envelope the memories
Laying dormant for eons.
Bursting to expose
In the form of thoughts
They find solace
On the parchment of words.
A catharsis,
To find peace
To cure the heart of wild deeds
A restless journey ends
When the soul gets inked.
Sunita, I love the images in your poem. "the parchment of words" "When the soul gets inked." Beautiful. Thank you. xoA
ReplyDeleteAnnis,it is always a pleasure to know that you felt connected to the poem.Thank you very much :)
Deleteyour words tell a healing story
ReplyDeleteIt does.Thank you :)
DeleteFabulous last lines!
ReplyDeleteThank you Angela :)
DeleteI was hoping someone would be inspired by the old rusted boat for inspiration.
ReplyDelete"When the soul gets inked" love that!
Peace,
Morgan
You are an inspiration for us all, Morgan :)
DeleteOH yes! when the soul gets inked..beautifully said. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Payal :) Waiting for your writes.
Delete'A restless journey ends
ReplyDeleteWhen the soul gets inked'.A crystal clear fact. Nicely worded.