It’s in me
Unspoken scribes secretive ancestor
Volleying on the court of jesters
Jousting, trying to get out
My state of mind fencing my heart
Around my skull words bounce
Through the Valley of the Kings
Lottery drawing my cranium
Reciting my woes verbatim
Honing my craft with verbiage
Ricochet fingers random numbers
The prints on the keys DNA
Smoke snaking from my keyboard
Empty lines in my diary
My paper college ruled
I’ve neglected my inner talk
For the finality of self-preservation
Composition note books my journal
Unsharpened pencil draining Sharpies
My medulla home schooled
Tread the woods with skill
My com pass North greeting South
It’s in me
Hooked on Phonics peace
Whispering scribes
Hieroglyphic lips
Ricochet fingers
Jousting my dig knit tea
YOU ARE READING
THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
