I’ll be the first to admit that I am not a poet.
If poetry is the manifestation of the mind’s abstraction,
plotted like a garden on a fertile page,
Coaxed to grow, with lofty intent…
Then no, I am no poet.
But if poetry were a byproduct of listening-
And the words glowed in your mind,
Like lilac dew
And the result was an anchored breath on a rippling soul…
Then I am alive. Alive.
Tasi Alabastro 2013