Not a Poet?

 

If words produce a symphony inside me

that wants to unleash its sound on all I see

then am I a musician?

not a poet,

just thoughts with no orchestral composition

 

If my words form like waves on water

They build and crash,

from tormented thoughts caught in sunken nets

darkness in the hidden depths

merely portraying submerged emotions

Then I'm not a poet,

but the surge of an ocean

 

If my words spill from my mind

like a glass dropped on an empty page

then are the words mine,

I'm not a poet,

just someone fumbling over clumsy lines

 

If my words seep in through dreams

during sleep they weep over notebook leaves

then am I just a dreamer, in a land of fantasy

not a poet,

but a viewer of vast galaxies

 

If thoughts trickle like letter rains

running down my mind’s windowpanes

then am I just searching in vain

not a poet,

but a word weathervane

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

This was originally a prompt on the Some-Antics group,