Presence

For You a poem,



Compose a playlist,
Choose such songs from a list,
 penciled down,
or laying quietly behind piled stress,
play lifts a frown,
sit while melody conceals a mess.

But truth is noticeable
heart thumping each second,
cadence revealing words unimaginable,
being there to sing along,
because you love the word
discovering forgotten friendship all along,
sitting in a moment long gone.



That poem, dear readers, is not a secret I'm trying to reveal. Poetic genius, nope. I'm no Emily Dickinson, or even Charlotte Bronte. I can never be these great women. Because they were themselves. But I try to find a style that is true to me, its not so easy.

Many times, its hard to convey what you have in your mind. Not only the confusing and unusual things, but even the most simplest things can be complex. Poetry is composed words that have magic in them somehow to make a simple thought, elegant and enriching than it actually is. Now that's an art, and what is art? What the artists makes of it, how the artist sees the world, their interpretation through their eyes.

My former professor gave us a piece of genius one day, he said "Art is not predictable." Even if the moment is as normal as spreading butter on toast. No one sees it the same. Poetry is a solitary art, like going on a Ramble (not the ranting; experiencing nature alone). But, I am not here to give a lesson on Poetics or Prose. Its just crazy how much it takes to produce something. All it takes is starting.

Doing, and look at that, its done.

In looking down memory-lane, I remember, a friend sent me a message on Facebook one day, this was after I found out I was officially graduating. Right before I thanked her and told her I could not have done it without her. She told me "Girl, it was all you. I was just here to cheer you on. You did it."

I do not know why, but it was hard to believe when I read it. Sometimes when you are thanking everyone else, you forget to thank yourself. For all you've done, all you had to endure to get who you are to this point. I must say, it takes someone saying something so simple to knock the profound and amazement into you. That life is truly what you make of it, the truth is noticeable, we just need to be reminded.

All that was just mentioned may have not flowed as I wanted it, but, this is a reality. Reflection is a constant, and its very prevalent as I am in this transition. Wherever you are, keep working, don't give up. Start.


Let life in :)

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