In Motion
by Elizabeth Challinor
Is it right
She wondered
Or fair
To express my anger
My spite
In a poem?
Peering into the pan
Stirring the soup
Words rhyming
Wickedly in her mind
Poetry should be reserved
For noble stirrings of the soul...
But what about authenticity
Feeling whole?
To restrain
To conceal a feeling
To judge
To deny an emotion...
Claim it!
Release it into a poem
An e-cloud of emotion in motion...
