Poetry in Me

There is poetry within me --

my midnight visualizations echo rivers,

like the blood-letting of words     flowing

through corridors of lofty peaks,

pooling in a mirror loch that reflects

the cracking of a limitless sky.

 

There is poetry within me --

as I tip the kettle and pour my morning brew

into a fractured cup of inexhaustible imagery,

cream spinning like a pinwheel of simile,

as I look to the west and muse upon

a world driven by gears and unrealized art.

 

There is poetry within me --

drumming an ever constant wing-beat

of insatiable compulsion to simply     write,

to build lines, like the framework of cathedrals,

to create until my eyes sting and my hands ache:

 

these morphemes are my obsession realized,

these words my healing salve     applied liberally. 

Reviews

[Amberlight]

There is poetry within me . . thats a great way to grab any reader, poet or not. This made mw think: "cream spinning like a pinwheel of simile" (very clever)

[closed]

very vivid and descriptive poem

an enjoyable read


-Dream

[Robert L. Franklin]

I love how I can read your work and close my eyes to confront the images you spread out on your canvas. It's truly sublime.

[Fernando Dardón]

I loved this metaphoric verses !!
"as I tip the kettle and pour my morning brew
into a fractured cup of inexhaustible imagery,"

I could just imagine me tasting that delicious cup of poetry, just like it was about a chocolate or coffee.
This one will be on my favs for sure!

[Jordan Bryant]

I strongly relate to the lines "like the blood-letting words." That is a strong, powerful imagine that will stick with me for a while, I think.

[Leigh]

There is poetry within me as I tip the kettle and pour my morning brew does sum up the everyday poet so well, beautiful lines Sarah, you raise me up with your words of association

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much :)

[Leigh]

Thats OK poetry girl :-)

[Rebecca Buller]

There is poetry within me--
as I tip the kettle and pour my morning brew
into a fractured cup of inexhaustible imagery...

Ah, in the swirling of tea leaves is great poetry and prose born. You have penned the words of a song for all of us. Well done!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Rebecca...truly appreciate your words!

[Rebecca Buller]

My pleasure, indeed:-)

[TL Boehm]

like the blood-letting of words flowing
through corridors of lofty peaks,
pooling in a mirror loch that reflects
the cracking of a limitless sky.

I don't think I've ever heard it described in such a manner. the cracking of a sky - i can't articulate the profundity but I feel it at my core.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You too humble me, TL. I truly want to thank you for being such a great reader and reviewer...it makes my day (or night) to know that I can touch you emotionally. Thank you so much!

[Antonio Valentino]

awww.. so nice to read some quality writing again..

this was a very pleasing piece, looking forward to reading more

:)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I'm so glad you liked it! Humbled...

[Clara]

There is great imagery within you, my friend -- and you never cease to amaze with how you use words to illustrate inexhaustible imagery into form. You're an artist. :D

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, I am so glad you liked this one...it was a bit difficult in the coming together and it makes me feel good to know that you found it meaningful. Thank you!

[Clara]

I did, and it was my pleasure. :)