Think
Location
When I write poetry
I don't just write
I don't think and consider,
Weigh the meanings of my words
And maybe that's wrong, but I don't think so
I feel this urge to find some paper,
I grab a pen, and it just comes
The letters flow from the tip
Like a river
And half the time,
I don't understand a jot of what I'm writing
I don't think "write" and it happens
It takes me by surprise, I don't expect it
And somehow I can't just add up rhymes until they equal a perfect sum
Because my words don't always want to rhyme
When my heart wants to write
And it's like an addiction I can't stop
It just keeps gushing from my jumbled head
As if I'm a brand new faucet
When I was certain I was rusty and leaky from disuse
And impossibly, it just comes out right every time
My poetry is not static,
But witty and powerful when read out loud
And I absolutely cannot figure it out,
Because there is no strategy, no order, and no reason
Behind the thoughts that find their way to paper
From my mind
And every time I make that transfer from head to
Tangible paper
The result is the same
Another poem to add to my collection
When I don't think I was even trying to write one at all
And I'm thinking so hard about how this could happen
And I think my thinking i s poetry
But of course, not the sensible, organized kind
It goes from my head to my hand to my mouth,
And rolls off my tongue in easy sentences
And I'm not sure I understand, or that I ever will
But if this is the way things are gonna happen
You won't see me getting in the way