An evocative, inward-looking poem, by Monika, exclusively for Different Truths
Let me remain a poet, verses etched on my soul. Artistry ebbing from the corners of my heart, wishing to soothe some nerves with rhythmic flow. Let the words pirouette as if enacting a waltz. Blossoming love with each wee sway. Esse ensuing like a freshet tender, yet with a gush. Playful and enigmatic even so making its way. Wish my odes be born rather than framed, to sing for themselves and lover’s delight. I live with the truth that Art oft shapes; when Artist's heart bleed, of agony ... of amity.
Illustration by the poet