Writing Poetry

  Murmurs

  heady murmurs

  pregnant with voices

  that silently shriek

  and play games

  of hide and seek.

 

 Temptation is

 the urge

 the silent desire

 of my cliche' ridden mind

 to bind and clothe

 tremulous images

 in neat and tidy

 familiar packages.

 

 Is this what it takes

 to write poetry ?

Mute struggles
with thoughts

like gentle drizzles

that dance  fleetingly

from the soul

and quietly  threaten

to make me whole ?

1989 january