Dancing

I love to dance

Afro-Caribbean Dance

Pulsing with the beat of the drum

Dunham Technique

Feeling my muscles stretch, pull, protest

The best moments are when the logic of my brain is silenced

My muscles take over and conscious thoughts cease

Poetry is like dancing

Pulsing with emotions

Stretching my imagination and capacity for vocabulary

At the keyboard

My fingers running across the keys

Scrap paper and writing implement

My fingers fisted around a pen

The best moments are when words flow uncontrived

My imagination takes over and conscious thought cease

My poetry doesn’t rhyme

My poetry is embedded in stream of consciousness emails

My poetry is woven into the notebook sheets of journals

My poetry is hidden amongst hundreds of saved Word documents

My poetry is tucked away on the scratch sheets of paper

Sometimes, my poetry doesn’t make sense

My poetry is unplanned

Emotion driven

When emotions have no other outlet

When human conversation is insufficient

The keyboard

The paper

Absorb my thoughts

Pulsing with emotions

Stretching my imagination and capacity for vocabulary

Poetry? It’s like dancing.