My Thoughts, His Whispers

It seems to me that the songs that have been any good, I've had nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page. ~Joan Baez

I read that quote years ago and it's always been one of my favorites.  So much of writing, especially poetry, really does seem to "just crawl down the sleeve and come out on the page".   The following poem was totally experimental -- I just wanted to see if I could write one poem within another poem.


My Thoughts, (His Whispers)
A Poem Within a Poem
by CJ Heck

Warm breath
and whispers

("Sweet gentle woman)

in my ear
waking up

(my forever love )

so much more
than my mind

(I’ve never been)

love and energy
flow through 

(so happy)

dreams to fill
an open heart 

(I’ve never known)

arousing the her-parts
slow as a sigh

(such trust and love)

yet fast as
hummingbird wings

(I now know)

and once awake
passion takes hold of ...

(the purpose of ...)

my life."


Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. ~Dennis Gabor