Sunday morning scribbles

Poetry is all around

It is a way of being

I live my life

in metaphor

similie

from early stories

woven for me

pictures images

with which to understand

my world

myself

others

They have no idea

their words conjure images

A glance says it all

I fear for you

not knowing

the import of every gesture

gesticulations

speaking volumes

I pity

and envy

those of you

who don't have ears

wishing you could

see feel intuit

Wishing I could

turn down the volume

shutting out the cacophony