Panic Disorder 411
On Writing Poetry
Leave the meter and rhyme alone and speak from your heart. You
don't need fancy words that bounce off each other and scatter in
any direction the reader decides they should go.
Speak in words that make you laugh. Speak in words that make you
cry. Speak in words that warm your heart, like a butterfly
landing on your shoulder, like the first smile of a new born
baby, like the first step of a toddler, like the smell of a pine
forest, like the awe you have when the sun decides to go to sleep
in the sea.
Speak in words that hurt your soul, like the death of your mother
or a friend, like when the doctor says you've got cancer, like
when the girl you love says I don't love you anymore, but you
don't love her any less.
Speak in words that could make one small difference
in someone's day when they needed it to go on.
Syntax matters not. Punctuation doesnt matter Speling doesn't
matter. Meter doesn't matter. Rhyme does not even matter.
Feelings are what matter.
We can love or hate or land somewhere in between, but always in
our actions, even down to eating one small bite of chocolate or
taking a sip of medicine, Always and forever, feelings hover over
us like the fog or like a rainbow.