Where do I begin my poem …?
Looking around my world,
A universe as an ovum,
Where ideas always swirl;
Or just write of what I know,
Death or desire,
That ebony Labrador,
With tangled briar;
Or the Syrian war;
Or should I begin with,
I remember the night,
I imagined the rain,
In the early, roseate light
Kissing away my pain;
Or should I start with,
The flesh burnt off
the dying soldiers,
Laying in the bloody trough
As their bodies slowly smolder;
Two worlds I live,
The world inside & outside of me.
Both calling me to enter;
a dream world of silver seas
of buried memories, I remember;
Of life’s history lived,
Forever within & outside;
Always not intricately contrived,
With every thought untied.
I’m still thinking, where do I begin my poem?