A Poets View

The word interpreter,

I breathe metaphors
and paint pictures
with lyrical destinations
on blank maps.

The voracious reader,

I’ve heard my voice
astounding thunderclaps
in rudimentary dreamscapes
and rebellious realism.

The doubtful visionary,

I’ve spoken
silent affirmations
in unknown languages
understanding the future.

The anti critic,

I’ve sold not my soul
for a good review
accepting the bad
as the challenge it is.

The poetic archivist,

I’ve known
what was read
to be reiterated
in past anthologies.

The unknown author,

I speak through my words
which speak for themselves
and resound in you
while residing in me.

The validated versifier,

I proclaim
the passionate poetess in me