Awake, Alive
a poem about being in poetry
Awake in poetry Alive in words
I don’t do the obtuse I don’t do the thrown together salads
I might be too confessional I might be too folksy
I might be too informal I might not be recognized by the society of those who are in charge
But I am awake in poetry I am alive in words
I am constantly bombarded with lines with verse I am surrounded at times but rhymes
I am up at night in my mind With the best ideas the best concepts the most amazing stanzas
But I fail to write them down Oh well
Either way Hands to keys hands to pen words to page
I am awake in poetry I am alive in words
Jenny Justice is a mom, Sociology instructor, and writer. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. She has been recognized as a Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Parenting, Reading, Education, Racism, and Climate Change, so far.
