(Bud, thank you for sharing the images and giving me a home to write poetry each day. For the rest of the poets who took part, thank you for sharing your words here when you could and for any feedback you may have left for me. — Kevin)
I’m forever letting my tongue dance
and even while the silent world ignores me,
I continue on with my “inside” compositions,
scribbling alone in the dark corner of my mind,
turning ideas over like compost as I wait
for the flowers to bloom.
I’ve come to the realization that not everyone hears
the words as I hear them,
nor do they dance to the same rhythm,
what begins as a conversation among many
often ends as a monologue of one.