I Will

A free form illustration of the power of reading to a child.

Launch me into darkness

and I will sculpt the universe.

Bury me beneath the birch’s roots

and I will cultivate a nation.

Tuck me between the covers

and I will give birth to love.

Shelter me with padded walls

and I will emerge uneasy and carnivorous.

Blend me into batter

and I will rise into sustenance.

Lift me toward the clouds

and I will build wings to the stars.

Teach me the paths to nirvana

and I will become the Psychopomp.

Read to me

and I will listen.

Reviews

[A.A.Romanczuk]

I know you're rather fond of criticism (constructive, of course!) but I am rather fond of feeling poems. Poetry should not be confined by rules. Even if you capture and harness the energy of the wild horse by teaching him to tolerate a bridle and a man upon his back...some of that glorious, wild, natural energy and beauty is lost...some of that miracle of the universe becomes tainted.
Rants aside...this is quite an elegant poem. It brought me back to the days in which I would beg my mother to read to me before bed though I knew well how to read...and would then inspired by the beauty of the words upon her mouth read well into the night under the covers, with a flashlight...after I was sure she went to sleep and was not looking.

[nazia]

very creative. nice use of imagery

[Aidan]

I really enjoyed this! You've got some great diction going on here, as well as some very layered images. I think your last line was especially potent.

[sweetsaltywords]

beautiful, i love the way you wrote this. The form, the choice of words. Just lovely.