POET SUBMERGED

I write despite conflicts
and anger I have inside
I see no signs in my
metaphysical plain
where my stories reside
away from reality where
hope has died and where
my aging body remains

I am homeless in liquid form
dark in the depths of little horn
I taste the drink of liquid ink
black in dance, images perform
letters adorned prickly and thorned

I again cast a light
in the darkness
of written word
where only echoes are heard

I am a Poet submerged...

in thought

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Whew... depth of a poet! Love it. Awesome write.
Love these lines:
"I am homeless in liquid form"

"I taste the drink of liquid ink
black in dance, images perform
letters adorned prickly and thorned"

"I again cast a light
in the darkness
of written word"

Difficult to choose... but those lines/parts I love and enjoyed a lot, though the whole write is awesome.

[Aidz]

SPin spin SPin as always my friend tasting of ink

[Cassie Fraga]

LOVE the flow on this Rene!! and how you did it all in THOUGHT!! truly gifted you are my friend!!

[Kenneth The Poet]

I am in the mood for the ride.