Poetry Fluttering on Petals

If you listen closely, you will hear the sounds ideas make

When they stir and surface

Maybe a low rumbling or a vibration underground like an earthquake brewing

Let it linger a while until it is a clear thought

Can you hear it now?

An echo from a canyon that comes back garbled

Or a clarion cry distinct as the birds chirping

Everything counts

My words, your interpretation

The way you hear me

The way you don’t

The invitation to be a part of something more

That didn’t exist until I wrote it

We speak the same language

Even if we don’t speak the same words

We share a space and time

Where we are in the moment of invention

The rumbling gets louder

The sounds intensify until they explode

Sending a creative force into the world

Ideas float upward and carry on the wind 

Poetry fills the atmosphere like petals fluttering from the sky