Poem ~One Must Live To Write About Living~

When I set my pen to the paper

or the cursor to the blank screen,

a new energy bursts inside

somewhere

that I've forgotten until that moment.

Like the freedom of running down a dirt path,

the feeling of your feet pounding the earth,

the wind in your hair.

That energy once the pain lets go of your body

when you feel like you can run the world...

Like in that sensual chase when you've stopped

pretending to like the kissing

but actually become part of the give and take

and you not only want to be touched

but you yearn for it, breathe hard in the embrace of the moments

and pull and push,twist and stretch for more.

When I have an idea blossoming

like a new flower in my mind

spreading its petals and lifting itself to the sun,

It's like feeling all these things at once.

I don't remember planting the seed,

don't know where it came from or why now

but when it starts inside it makes me want to fill

papers, journals and books with the images.

And there it is, a gorgeous entity

that grows just for me,

by me, inside of me,

words and images,stories and moments

that I alone pulled from my mind

to show the world.

When I put into words

what has my mind whirling and my heart hiccuping,

its like a world exists just for me to create,

for me to color and breathe life into.

It is a gift life gave me and only a few others...

It is a hunger that growls inside.

Like an endearing, melodic voice for a singer

or the strong and graceful movements for a ballerina,

my talent is my mind turning words into images

and with no paint you can see

or no voice that is audible,

I curve on paper words that,

when grouped carefully and worked gently,

intricately,(Some times editing constantly)

can create vivid images..

images that can cause you to feel hugged by a baby,

see a sun set into the cleavage of mountains,

hear the clear,high soprano voice filling the air

and taste on your tongue

the sweetness of sun-kissed, rain drenched strawberries

or the sourness of a lemon zapping your tongue behind puckered lips.

Sometimes even make you feel something you might never have known

and other emotions that you endured before that you never wish to feel again.

It is all in what I want to share,

what sense I hope to seduce with my wording.

For the reader that lends me their eyes

I hope to do what a dancer or artist can~

to tell you a story,

show you a world

and bring to the surface of your soul

emotions.

It is the best, most fulfilling feeling

to be able to move a person to tears

or pull their mouth to a smile.

Yet its more bittersweet to know I have lived

and felt each emotion in order to paint it for you.



~Stacy J. Roosa

July 27, 2010




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