I think I am a poet <br />therefore I'm lying to myself <br />in just a line I saw it <br />just lying on the shelf <br />I reached for it <br />It moved out of reach <br />those words I knew <br />those words my mind grew <br /> <br />Unable to jot down <br />a mute to speak out <br />unable, unable it rocks <br />strange sounds, broken cradle <br />stop rocking, its unstable <br />now across the dinner table <br /> <br />I see it, I saw it <br />should I move towards it? <br />Turn back, just ignore it <br />now it follows <br />astounding, I have no use for it <br />it gives permission for those words <br />it writes, it reads ‘Hi' <br />Oh you got to be kidding<br /><br />Kelvin Owusu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poetic-something/
