Poetry

It is
Sharing my thoughts with

Cotton blends and streams of

Deep Blue

Only wishing to be heard by the carnal ear

Stepping onto that stage

Spotlights a blaze,

The air still

And feel the crowd

Feeling you

Hanging onto every last breath

Weaving in and out of syllables

Wrapping around the words you speak

It is…

Spoken word,

Not just words speaking

But words that actually speak

And the question is,

Is it better to

 to speak

Or to be spoken to

To hear, or to listen

 To a poem that contains

Ideas that kiss similes so deeply that metaphors get jealous

Issues tapping subliminally into your subconscious

Causing you to realize the reasons for living

Reaching far into your soul extracting

Words that allow you to

Think and remember, and inspire

Those thoughts, memories and ideas

That connect you, to that next person

Across the table,

Or across the street

Or across the world

That’s what spoken word is…

©Danie Rae