The joy of poetry

Thought
clouds hover
above my
head —
overcast
with a chance
of poems.

I am a wallflower
blooming in the corner —
dancing with invisible
butterflies.

Stars falling
without end —
golden
leaves drifting
from dendritic
constellations —
castaways of a
cosmic autumn.

Lulled to sleep
by rain tap dancing
on the windowpane.

Pine 
sap scent
sticks to
my lungs —
each lobe
the branch
of a tree
shaking
inside me —
why I
breathe
easy.

Gentle autumn breeze
maple trees whispering
secret canopy conversations.

The only certainty 
I know resides in
the now.

Even if our words
are never read —
the joy of poetry
remains to console
the creative soul —
we write for an
audience of one.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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19 Responses to The joy of poetry

  1. So very true, and how beautifully expressed, Tyler. I hope that “pine sap scent” isn’t Vicks, and that you aren’t still fighting off that cold! Lovely images, especially your description of falling stars. I hope you both are well. I enjoyed our Sunday brunch so very much. Was it only 2 weeks ago? Best wishes, E

  2. loisajay says:

    I love your weather forecast: overcast with a chance of poems. Beautiful, Tyler. Good to see you again–it’s been awhile.

  3. That poem resonates for me Tyler. You have an audience. –Curt

  4. In the Stillness of Willow Hill says:

    Oh, I love this! Your words resonate with me because I MUST write poetry. It’s like listening to a soft love language between my head and my heart. Doesn’t matter how many “likes” I get.

  5. AbsoLUTEly! I write for myself, always have. If others enjoy it, wonderful. Life is not a popularity contest, it’s about living – a gift in itself and a miracle. And when I see or experience something that touches me, it’s simply natural to write a poem about it. Some paint, others analyze. We, my friend, write. How wonderful is that!?

  6. beverlydyer says:

    And when shared…well the autumn breeze nods with gratitude. Lovely.

  7. You are the most important member of the audience because your words are pieces of you. When you share them with others, they are gifts and I for one, appreciate every one of them.
    Beautiful imagery in this….”each lobe the branch of a tree shaking inside of me”. Wow.

  8. lovely imagery it flows really well done

  9. Reblogged this on Seán Maguire Writer and commented:
    the language flows nicely with images of nature-like this

  10. Beautiful poem. I, too, write for me. Your audience of one seems to be growing!

  11. Beautiful Tyler! Makes me want to get out of the city even more….

    Tamara

  12. No worries, your happy audience is bigger than just one! 🙂 Have a great week, Tyler!

  13. Mike says:

    An eloquent read and beautiful sentiment. Fine work poet.

  14. Apurva says:

    So true….cannot agree with you more, my friend:)

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