The Way Home – Editing the Poem

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


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)

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