LRAE Poetry

I once told someone  that I’d like to be a poet, they came back to tell me  that  poetry is easy if you know it if you could speak like a  teacher  and imagine a world inside, speak eloquently without  getting your tongue tied, but if it were easy, why did I put  in  hours to make it complete? Why give it a reason to read  if it covers less than a sheet? you say, "Poets are a cliche", or, “I can’t understand what it means” it’s about a lesson I’ve learned,  and  I know you’ve been through things you write the words to  define  what the emotions tell,   because that feeling  inside is poetry itself there’s a difference between what  I see in my eyes compared to yours I’ve opened the house to my mind, so it’s no longer hidden by doors if going through life is l ike  a poem, it’s certainly not easy I want to you to know  you’re not alone, believe me these poems will  always speak, the poets will ...

beside the creek, I sat until the  settled water  made a movement I sat until I became clear-minded  and stopped making excuses I sat with  a  headstrong  will  because  I felt so overwhelmed  that it was hard to sit still I sat looking down on  my  reflection  until the sun would set, I’d be out there alone and  break out into a cold sweat because once the  darkness was found an anxiety shower  rained and poured down my fingers singed  by  the ice cold frost in the middle of nowhere  feeling indisputably lost,  without knowing which  direction the wind will blow next I move carefully, slowly  retracing my steps my only hints rely  amongst intuition  tuning out all the distractions  so I can thoughtfully listen although I’m without  a compass or a map,  soon I will find  my way back even in these uncertain times, I have found ways to adapt and trust in m...