I thought to set the words
gently on the page but they
exploded in a fit of anger
and of rage
I thought
that I could tame them
name them
something other than the noise
they made shape
the poem out
of the madness the total
disarray
and as I struggled
finally remembered
that I knew the way
words are not the master
I am
I’m the one
who finds them
owns them
teaches them to play
together become
the heartbeat of the poem
I’m the one
the only one
who knows how to command
them hit delete retype
and bring
the wayward poem safely home… – Susan A. Katz (All rights reserved)