I sat down with Langston today hoping that he would help me find my
way. As I pulled myself through the pages of his revelations I still walked
away with more questions than answers. So again I made my way to the small
corner of the book store where poets die to go, and some go to die, and tried
to relate my story to the ones already told by Zora, Emily, Nikki, Ralph, Maya
and hell, even Tupac…Hey this is our confessional, we don’t judge here. Instead we sit on the shelf waiting for our
hearts to be massaged as fingertips caress turning pages. We hold our breath as
eyes dance across our joy and pain because our prayer is never that you like
it, but that you “get it”. We hope that you understand the moment…the
millisecond that we were experiencing and we fear death of our work if it’s
lost in translation. But no matter what we start writing “Where the sidewalk
ends” and keep going till we get “tears for water.”
It’s a long journey of highs and lows, but poetry happens every day and
with every breath that we take, so the pen keeps feeling long after the
showcase is over and the spotlight dims. And even though our words may never
see the light of day or grace the shelves of our quiet confessional, we wake
from happy slumbers in the late nights and early mornings jarred by a rhythm,
rhyme or line. We toss and turn as poems write themselves and we are called to
get them on paper before they disappear into the darkness of a much needed
night of rest. It’s not notoriety that drives us to describe the visions we are
given. We follow the words, the “how to” guides for survival that always seem
to say the right thing.
No it’s not fortune or fame that leads us to that quiet place of
predetermined endings and new beginnings. That cozy corner of life and death
that both inspires and burdens, it simply is who we are and we run back to our
old friends that suffer the same weight of greatness that every poet scours the
thesaurus to describe. See it’s not that small corner carved out to pay tribute
to the poets’ spirit that give us the peace we seek, it is when a haunting
verse is manifested with pen and ink.
Twitter: @jusreadit
BIO:
Tesa W. Colvin (TWC) was born a southern girl, raised in Michigan and now calls the south home again. She is the President of VisionWise Creative Consulting, author of multiple collections of poetry and inspirational works for writers as well as the upcoming fiction novel "Dark Princess". Noted by many as a passionate author and blogger of all things writing, despite wearing several hats TWC has completely embraced her gift and is more focused than ever on perfecting her craft and publishing her work.
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