The Point Of It All Is Poetry Poem by Roneece Pieters

I live off the wall

So never think my back is against it

I live for the moment

So never think I'm concerned w/ time

I live for the treble cleff

So know that your words can get drowned

by a symphony

I live for God & I live because of Jesus

I live life

So never think I want yours

I live for poetry

So let my words be a sweet caress

& a soft kiss on the neck

Poetry...

It speaks to me

EVER Sooo gently

So if you need to speak to me,

whisper metaphors in my ears

Let iambic pentameter roll off your tongue

as you look me in the eyes. Let every thought be verbal haiku.5-7-5,5-7-5. Personify your words. Make me think faith is my next door neighbor & love is the most popular guy in school. Give me a compliment in oxymoron like 'You give me sweet sorrow'. With all the sincerity you can muster up, tell me fourteen lines of ABABCDCDEFEFGG. Our secret language can be Shakespearean Sonnet.

That's poetry

& it speaks to me,

EVER Sooo gently.