words surprise me
as they pour out
from the pen
from the keyboard
on seemingly blank pages
create
unseen patterns
unheard stories
untouched emotions
that feel oh-so-raw
voice feels familiar
similar to mine
and then I know
these stories are fermented,
unspoken impressions
minds refuse to acknowledge
let them go
not knowing
they will resurface
to get their dues
to show angles
you did not see
perspectives you refused
because it was not you…
but it was You
all the time
all the while
that you displayed
unusual calm
while vitriolic thoughts
bubbled beneath the surface
Written for dVerse Poetics

Reena, I think ideas do just that, ferment, often multiple times. The poem on the page is the terminus of a long process.
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Bang on. Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re very welcome.
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I love the idea that poems are fermented stories & impressions our minds chew on until they become poems.
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Thanks!
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Showing all that calmness under a bubbling surface will build pressure until it explodes.
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Absolutely! Thank you, Bjorn!
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