Empowerment

I feel empowered by poetry
It fills my meagre wit with
surging bolts from Parnassus
A muscular swell as I
swoop my pen over scraps of
naked paper
Perhaps it suits
my short attention span
perhaps it’s the free-flowing form
the creative girth
the motion of the wave
pitching and throwing
reader and creator
together or off-course
as line crashes into line
idea into idea
And maybe
it’s that treasure-find moment
when everything stops
and you read
something forever true
All this empowers me
keeps me writing
re-working to
crystallise that perfect jewel