Shaken to the core

Shaken to the core

With blue ink

the paper’s flooded

in which we sink

until we got it

so interesting

– us arresting.

Everything around us

which unnecessarily bounds us

we regard it less

regardless

of it’s importance

we regard it as

really intense

no matter which tense

it’s written in.

Overwhelming – we’re sittin‘ in

metaphoras and articisms

perfect rhymes and comparisons.
Poetry – bright as light

we’re into it – timeconsuming like 9to5;

eloquentive phrases

in many different voices

getting us to places

setting up new traces

and we’re slowly gettin‘ deeper

in the role of the reader

as the story’s speaker

becomes our leader

and leads us steep and steeper

on it’s peak we meet her

weep freely and then greet her

to thank for this reality

and stick now in fidelity

with patterns of words

with letters and words

of fulfilling creations

that lead us in different directions:

Make us happy, make us bright;

feeling lucky feeling light;

raise a laugh;

evoke fear we fought,

sadden us,

madden us,

make us like a seashell – unsure:

Oh lord! I am shaken to the core!