Listen Up

30/08/2020 -  Poem a Day Compilation



Listen to the taps of keys

As I write into the wee small hours

And you are sure to hear a tale

Told from a heartfelt place.



I could not shout these words as loud

As I can through this keyboard lit

By one small lamp beside my bed

Calling to the world beyond.



There is no rhyme or reason here,

Just words upon words, layered high,

Oozing from my fingers down telephone lines

To destinations far and wide.



They are soaked up by eager eyes

In distant lands with foreign tastes

Who will never know me as I am

But only as I seem to be.



What creation I might fabricate

As stars distract me from my work,

Alien light shining from afar

To spark a notion in my mind.



And as I listen to silent stars

Their energy burns through the page

Reaching a hand out into the void

And making contact with what it finds.



Where these words were born, I know not

Yet some fester where I find them

While others grow and creep and shine

Reflecting my injured soul back at me.



The tendrils wrap around my heart

Squeezing experiences from my breast

That burst to life like Sweet Alyssum

Drawing me in as with no other.



And so I am, locked in this dance,

Feverishly spewing out syllables

In some vain hope they make some sense

To more than just my troubled mind.



Then, when those lines have flown the coop,

I shall be absorbed in darkness new

To devour words, to feed the light

and listen to the taps of keys once more.