By Eva Marie Cagely
Conjuring Up Poetry
My muse is on the loose Running rampant on its Own free will Conjuring up poetry That lingers in one's mind... Images coming forth Like wildfires Forever burning Scorching the remains Of my silence... Metaphors creating Open doorways Into my mind My soul! Sounds like the beating Of my heart That bleeds red And tastes like butterscotch. Looking for the beauty Once again That lies within my reach Climbing up the ladder. Living the fantasy that All things are beautiful. Like my Mother's Garden Flourishing with Lilacs. Knowing full well That beauty lies Here in my imagery, Of life. Life A Reality T.V. show Shared with my audience Lingering on my mind. An instant replay Of yesteryears Childing playing Hopscotch. Icecream cones And Shetland Ponies Silky hair When brushed. Wondering Where does it come from Where does it lead Taking control of my thoughts. Like Brainwashing My inner soul Pounding its rhythm Within my heart That now beats as a drum Cymbals clanging Dancing to the beat Of the melodies. That lie within capturing You on to the internet's canvas, Painting the sky with Words that form The birthing of a poem.
Set Me Free
This emptiness inside Like a dark hollow in a tree Haven to birds that make spring nest Void now of all emotions. I sit and watch as birds feed Their young, tiny beaks grabbing On worms from their mother I marvel at their new life and I wonder. Yet still void I sit here in myself Created hole Darkness surrounds me as I Search for life within. Oh, creator of creatures both small and big Have I nothing left to give? As the wind gently blows, Breathing life Into my soul once again That I may feel some emotions Even pain is welcome today I just want the numbness to go away. As I approach another day Help me appreciate what I've thrown away That I might toss into the wind This emptiness that fills me once again. I feel the warmth of the sun once more Your gentle tap upon my door Your tender caress that last all through the night. Help me appreciate the little things A blooming rose sending scents of perfume into the air, Children swinging and laughing with glee. Birds chirping way up in a tree The sun now warm upon my back As emptiness fades into the starry night I have once again found my guiding light As I wish I may I wish I might? Upon the first star I see tonight, Thanking GOD that I can write Burring the dead inside of me Once again I am set free I find myself in poetry.
You search for poets of the soul You think you've found them but you don't know What lies deep beneath their skin, The souls that won't let you in! You think you know how poets feel When you read their words You think they're real They create emotions that you can't still. But hidden beneath the rhyming scheme And pretty words that make you dream Is where you find the soulful being! Behind the painted dressing screen. They make you happy, joyful and sad They may be someone's mom or dad They may be a child left alone again They may be childless and hurt within. You think you find them on the page But they are hidden. Clothed in invisible ink behind the scene They will make you stop and even dream. So next time you read a poem And you think you see, I beseech you to look within Behind the painted dressing screen Is where you'll find the soulful being! Sometimes they hurt and sometimes they're sad. You may not like what you may see But it's all a part of one's reality Poets of the soul both breathe and hurt. They laugh and cry and even flirt They fall in love and break up too They dream and build mountains just like you! So when in search of poets of the soul Remember it may be someone you already know!
Eva Marie Cagley, was born and raised in Waterloo, Iowa, where she spent most of her time working with teenagers in a group home and at a Juvenile Detention Center as a counsellor. Working with teenagers gave her great joy, having had none of her own. She comes from a large family of nine children having six brothers and two sisters. She says her writing reflects who she is. Her beliefs, perspectives, trials and tribulations, hope and despair, dreams of all her lives’ journey.
4 thoughts on “Conjuring Up Poetry and Other Poems”
The lyricism and poetic imagery in these poems is outstanding! You are a poet to be reckoned with, Eva Marie. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future 🙂
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Thanks so much Jim! Appreciate your support!
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You are one to watch, one to read and clutch tightly to our hearts, those exquisitely crafted words that stun and evoke mixed emotions that make us feel excited to be alive, to experience the powerful significance of talented poets in our lives. Your writing is such a pleasure to read.
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thanks so much Leslie DeLuca