A POEM I WROTE

 Today I chanced to read one of my poetry books I had created and I enjoyed the memories.

It came from an assignment in a class I took. The teacher gave us each a couple lines to start our poem with and I have italicized them.  We were to create a 'found poem' that expresses us, what we feel, or what we are, or something of ourselves. 

Here I share it with you. 

I AM

I take a path, walking

where my spirit will lead,

time and thought my surveyors;

they lay the course well.

My human heart stirs

as I contemplate the firs

robed in green-gray moss,

the murmuring pines and mossy hemlocks,

the gnarled elms with grumpy silhouettes.

Among these bending boughs I inhale

inspiration and follow my imagination.

The sunset gleams a smoldering smile

upon the horizon as loons circle

in the moth-spattered light.

Shadows of clouds upon a rivulet

change, minute by minute, 

and I see my Muse whispering words into the wind.

Light pirouettes off the shore,

a mystic play of shadows,

twining and twisting as if alive.

My soul is reflected in nature,

a splinter of light in a river

that undulates through life.

Like a single snowflake, complex and delicate,

I am unique from all others.

As words uncoil like smoke

emerging from a smothered fire,

they rise leisurely out of me.

I am a chanter of pain and joy,

unifier of here and hereafter,

embroiderer of expressions,

passing on my revelations.

I let words rain down on me, 

hear matchless lyrics within their flow.

The paper in memory's sketchbook is crisp,

smooth, a virgin of loveliness

expectant beneath my hand.

Words come to me, slowly, tenderly, shyly.

I am a weaver of language and dreams,

they quiver against my tremulous hands

as my fingers shift them like fine sands.

'I am'

I proclaim, 

and through expression

I shall exclaim it

again and again.

Rose Lefebvre ©