anti-confessional
if you read my journal
you’d be even more confused
where my poetry comes from
in my own mind
I never should have lived
beyond the age of eighteen
either by kismet or my own hand
or that of another
once leaving the house I grew up in
it was never my home again
yet for some undefinable reason
I kept going back
in my journal there is theft & murder
illicit drugs & foreign intrigue
while between the lines you may find
lavender irises
and little yellow songbirds
in my poetry
indeed there may be more of the same
though none of it comes close
to my own reality
may two thousand twenty-five
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Beautiful poem! Sometimes poets write from the heart without facing reality.
Thank you for your comments, Priti. This poem seemed to have come from out of nowhere.
Great piece, the subconscious of who we are seeps through this.
Thanks for commenting on this one, Chris.
Love it J. Depth in your poetry, but even more in life
Thanks so much, Hal.
For me many of my poems have come directly from my journals. They have a different character to them than my usual journals do though, something a little more removed, or on occasion, a little more involved. But poetry need not come from life to be beautiful.
I find that interesting and very well said.