11 May 2009

[Poetry] Poetry and Me

I am a murderer and a carnivore.

Ink from my pen bleeds
And I swallow it all
No drop goes undelighted

My soul smiles
In satisfaction
Of the nourishment received

I am a hunter of poetry.

Hours in the fields
Passing up other prey
In search of
Only God’s best

I am a nurturer of poetry

It's those nine hours of uninterrupted, hand-holding,
Arms curled around my waist sleep on an unmarked night

Spoken word is my music

It’s the song that plays
Twenty-seven times
Never getting old because it is
The song to which
We first began our love affair

This pain-staking, unending love

*written May 6th, 2009