Another Stab at Poetry

I recently had to write a sonnet on any topic, with only the rule of being mindful of rhyming schemes and syllabic structure.

Again, against my better judgment, I fling this poem irretrievably to the great “out there”:

Unwritten words lie hidden in pages,
Clamoring for meaning, their lonely plight
Germinating tender shoots seeking light,
Prisoners freed from darkened cages,
Impatient actors longing for stages.
Questioning my competence, my words slight,
Expression is elusive though I write.
Words emerging inspire, heart engaging.

Spilling forth as light in blackness of ink,
Words well from inner reservoirs, I bleed.
My heart, in language of its own, is heard
In fragile voices filtered as I think,
Few repressed to bury again as seed,
Languishing lone inexpressible word.

~ Joseph Grabowski

A Stab at Poetry

Against my better judgment, I’m posting one of the first free-verse poems I recently wrote in my Creative Writing class.

 

Propelled by ragged sneakers
The wooden skateboard glides
Across the asphalt dance floor
With kicks and spins and taps
A final pirouette before
Leaping gracefully into waiting hands 

~ Joseph Grabowski

 

Please don’t take my Poetic License away just yet…