When We Write Poetry


When we write our poetry on the lines of our colored paper

There are no beginnings or endings

We draw the love with our blood

Through our veins we trace the source while racing

Our heartsThuds of thunder for lightning we make

Claps of rain fall sliding down our pane

Stamped with this postage to be delivered to you

A quiver or two up the spine of our backs

Electrical

Magical with the fire we make

Stirring up the growing pains that we carry

We surrender to breathe

Thinking of words to draw on the pages that are buried beneath the bodies of emoceans

Crashing against the moon

Fluorescent glows on the silver lining underneath every controversy

Of the love we instill when we write poetry

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Shan Bae

Shan is a poet, graphic designer, and natural jewelry designer. I am open to connect and network with people who are interested in working with me. I would love to collaborate with others on writing or guest blogging. You are always welcome to send me a love letter on my blog to reach me as well. Send inquiries to: contact@shanbae.com

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