My True Poem

Poetry means many different things to many people.
This is what poetry is from my own personal perspective, your’s may be different.
Plenty room for all. 😉


Poetry expresses what lies within,
fearing neither ridicule nor scorn.
Un-leashing emotions too vibrant
 to be contained beneath a sterile facade.

To dive so deeply into the psyche
and refuse come up for air
until the treasure is retrieved.

Deflect the blows of mediocrity
or those who would surreptitiously
steal the sun from my strangled sky.

To risk all to bring a shining shard
of inner light to darkness…
by laying my carcass in mid-day heat
for carrion prey.
In great distress I retrieved my diary,
blurred ink, mildewed and useless,
 from my cellar.

All those years…
Then I saw,
in blinding illumination
My life has been my truest poem.


© stormwolf 2023
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Amazing write Alison, verses three and four particularly resonate with me as it has taken me a long time to find confidence in my writing.
It’s a very in depth thoughtful piece drawing me in and making me really think about why we write. Sue.


Ahhh…..there you go HaHa! You never disappoint Alison. There are those who dare and those who follow the trodden path. Warts and all is always so refreshingly honest, but then you always were. You know I don’t a.ways understand you, but I will always love your work. Your honesty with me and my work is why I’m here.
Mike XxX

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