She IS, Danielle Shaw

She IS

Danielle Shaw

She is a line break— Unexpected, yet necessary, all at the same time She is following a form— Yet no set path, as she can break off at any time. She is a rhyme scheme. Effortlessly putting something together to make a masterpiece. Like an Olympic synchronized swimming team. She is a forever purchase but a short team lease. She is unique And She cannot be made to fit one certain Genre Or style. She is creative, An original work of art, Never seen before. She is like a blank sheet of white paper Waiting to be covered in bright blue ink She often repeats line after line. Often, line after line, she repeats. She is unlike anything else ever seen Art is subjective, it can’t be ID’d Writing words and making lines, she is keen Paper and pens are not wants but are needs Let her go and see what she can create She is God, and her words are the planet earth Building worlds and deciding our fates Her work is a baby, one she just birthed. She is constantly pregnant with new work, Never giving the hand that is her womb Some time to rest, leaving it red and irked. Most don’t make it, with journals as their tombs But for a small moment, they were alive And ink is the way to make some revive She is free. She is constantly changing. She is Poetry.