day 9. napowrimo. And the poems pour out.
NO RHYME AND LOTS OF REASON
Out of the box into the foray
Containment gives no way
to the galaxy of words assembling
Trembling with no rhyme and lots of reason
on the ream of a mind’s imagination
ready to birth what has already been
said, already to be said again
Ears and eyes hear see when ready
Reception will find you in the sooner
Or later of what needs to fill you
That you forgot and hunger to
remember again, and again pushing
at the cube that tumbles you through
life between the spaces that have all
the answers formed in sentences
Out of the box grabbing the kite’s
tail of sentence that give meaning
in the reason of the rhyme of life
that like a new born galaxy you
spiral up and out with the words
that give wisdom and meaning
no longer holding on for dear life
It is your life pulling you along
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 