Memoirs Of A Burgeoning Poet

Whisper to me now;
always onward, always toward the flow of destiny.
Breaking deliciously off the trees is despair,
specks of mahogany, berry red and brown curl around the edge,
I am untamed,
my subconscious unfrosted unlike leaves at the mercy
of upcoming winter—
tell me, how does one translate emotion?
blushingly see the art of forming words in the shape of mouth—
it is the common failing of human mind,
a malady of sorts
where it continues to undermine, to underestimate itself;
be gone awhile,
I am heeding to the voice of unapologetic empowerment
that’s sounding from the rooftop.





Photo credits: Fabian Perez 1967, Pinterest

“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound
my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.”― Walt Whitman

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Posted for Open Link #279 – Live Edition @ dVerse Poets Pub