title

it's not much ink
more like a colorful marker
that glitters and shakes
announcing tender angry
left-handed thoughts outloud
for everyone's slient ears

a freshly painted canvas
awaits...

a secret
a confession
a lie
or even the
truth

oh how i love these bathroom walls
there's a freedom to express
my every whim or desire
unimpeded from wondering eyes
who want to know the author
that could like such a thing

writing has suddenly become a flaming passion....once i started writing on a continuous basis all kinds of windows opened...it's a kind of wonderful uncontrolled expression...doesn't have to make sense...not really..reading more poetry from anywhere and everywhere i can find....not gone far..there's plenty here...so many talented artists on this site....but it seems i am at a roadblock of sorts...was curious what steps or suggestions other writers have taken to better understand the mechanics of poetry for lack of a better word...someone had mentioned 'mechanics' earlier to me in a comment...can't remember off hand who it was...my apologies too lazy to look back and find it... ...any suggestions appreciated...thank you lw....