Written yesterday at 11pm, didn’t get a chance to post until today. I wrote this sitting in a bathtub recovering from being on my feet all day at Apollycon surrounded by people. Getting in water at the end of the day is part of my routine – there is something about the way water truly can wash away the energy, the events, the clinginess of the day.

So in my bath this is what came to mind, typed into my phone and transferred here.

I am a P.O.E.T.

xo, adrienne

P

positing potential or singing to the sky

words come together

to make your spirit fly

or cry or laugh or be seen as you

poets are the witnesses,

the keepers of what’s true

 

O

oscillating between hope and despair,

seeing beauty and pain

all at once, everywhere

and opening your eyes to see

what tries to hide and even flee

from being felt and moving through

all the things that roar in you

 

E

eliciting every emotion and possible feeling

often with the honest intent

of leaving your quiet heart reeling

from the epiphany that broke

your world wide open

 

T

telling it like it is (and like it ain’t)

reminding you to take-your-time

and decide what’s holy, who are your saints

the poets say the divine is found

inside of you and all around

so treat yourself as if you walk on water

trusting

trusting

trusting