Poetry

Flourishes like a tree,         

Expanding it branches,       

Reaching, stretching          

Trying to expand       

Leaves form                       

Blossoms bloom             

Yielding and unyielding         

Good fruit and bad fruit        

Either to be picked or to wither away

It’s a constant cycle         

Words utter to be heard                                                                      

Letters desire to be etched into skin                                   

Ideas fluttering in the air seeking to be absorbed      

Thoughts churning round and round

In my case

The seed was planted long ago

Growing within me for many years

Trying to root my soul

Unearth my spirit

The soil became soft         

Giving season to new life               

Renewing the power of poetry