Hi everyone! It's been awhile since I've done one of my poetry quickfires. Boisterous, rambunctious boys fill my house right now. It's not the best creative atmosphere for me, but I felt that this poem had to get out one way or the other. I like working the wording out spontaneously in the blog post window. I know that I have only about 10 minutes (usually) so it's fun to see what comes out of me when that elusive Muse decides to come by and visit :)
Thanks for reading!
What Calls From The Window
Hunger, place me in that field of promise,
where dreams of being unravel in clouds.
Fear, please fill my world with discovery,
when disconnect holds my voice in shackles.
Quiet, gather me into your comfort,
where silence creates a chorus of one.
Self, circle around to witness the trapped,
when each syllable scales the impossible.