The Poetry Soldier

The opening poem of my book that explains the theme......

The Poetry Soldier

 

Memories boil to the surface of her mind,

Crippling her strength.

She never one heeded to advice of others to

watch out for destruction,

so she gathers bits and pieces of herself

from the explosion of her fragility…

Blindly running across valleys,

searching for solace in the moon

but burnt from the intensity of the sun,

for she allowed herself to be scorched…

 by his intentions.

 

The journey led her right back to home,

a new discovery emerging

as her pain floated away across the pages of a

free therapy canvas,

passion drumming incessantly on a keyboard.

Seeking to patch up cuts and bruises with words,

bathing in the gift of self-expression.

 

 

Papers are tossed,

stained with tears.

Speaking of the past

which exposed the weak woman

 who had lived inside of her.

For she had been cracked open to reveal her yolk,

 and was devoured with

voracity by her love perpetrator,

 and then spit out.

 

His face is etched across the pages.

Each stanza is his eye gazing--

and she smiles because she

 transfers his power and control

through her pen to create her own masterpiece.

 

As she writes her fiery eyes gaze forward into

 a portal where her anger

sends shock waves through his mind,

psychically creating physical pain,

for he is void of any soul.

 

 

 Yet who is she?

With her masterpiece in hand

She finds herself

stepping onto a stage,

a microphone aimed at

her hesitating lips.

They all cheer, they want to her to pour

out her soul, so she does…

Her words ricochet against the walls of the

room, inhabited with poets warmed by their

passionate fires... similar to the candlelight

flames flickering across the walls,

as if in a dance to the rhythm of

her words…

 

She recites her rhyme,

feeding her emotions to those satiated

by depth of words,

being a victim of poverty so long

her stomach ached with hunger for love,

but she expresses her words to those

who experienced the bittersweet of life…

Hands come together in applause,

her heart had been exposed,

and she cries to the

face etched in her mind one last time,

the one who set up the battleground of her

bloody war,

Who helped her to discover herself:

 

Thank you.

For I know who I am.

Although you took me through the depths of hell,

you made me who I am...

Who am I?

A soldier!

One who is stronger and wiser because of you,

able to turn your destructive words

into my muse

for everyone to meditate upon...

a positive reincarnation.

Somewhere you are cowering, while I stand tall,

my spine rigid, my tongue sharp,

the applause loud,

and it's all because of you.

So once again, I thank you.

 

For making me a Poetry Soldier...

 

Author's Note

I revised this poem as well as my poetry book. Right now it is only available Amazon kindle until I post on other sites which formatting and a lot of extra time which I don't have a lot of at the moment. Here is the site to purchase it:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Poetry-Soldier-Kena-Kump-ebook/dp/B00IN62OV6

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What an incredibly powerful piece of writing and some great metaphors, phrases.. the ending was gently put and really highlighted the words before it.

' They all cheer, they want to her to pour / out her soul, so she does, / the words booming against the walls of / the candlelit room, / inhabited by passionate poets / with drive, showing their arms they have
battle wounds, as well. / Crisp words escape their lips despite / speaking of stale moments.'

The above is finely put, Kena, really, sticks out like a lynch pin somehow. Congratulations for taking the stage and I'm so glad you loved performing.

:-)

[Shellie]

I was greatly reminded of the song 'Thank you' by Jamelia whilst reading this. Do you know the one? There was one line in particular which stood out for me..

Thank you.

I know who I am.

Although you took me through the depths of hell,

you made me who I am...

Them lines.... thank you for taking me to hell i have discovered 'Me'...i like that idea. It was also your phrases..as spoken word it really stood out as there can be a difference in reading something and speaking it but you made it simple with choice of words but powerful with the ones you chose. Hope that helps...not meant to be a contradiction !

[Spoken]

who had been cracked open...
spilling her yolk, which was devoured with
voracity, and then spit out.

Crisp words escape their lips despite
speaking of stale moments.

love the metaphor of an egg to the woman. You've got the ability to create creative wordplay. I'd love to hear you speak these pieces.

[Winter McPherson]

I really like the last part....thanking the one who had injured you so for making you a poetry soldier. Letting all of your emotions come out into the tapping of your keyboard.....you standing tall - him cowering! Fantastic!

[just is]

Wow! This is just plain amazing here, Wonderful metaphors used in this write.

Crisp words escape their lips despite
speaking of stale moments.
She recites her rhyme,
pouring out her wealth to desperate souls,
being a victim of poverty so long
her stomach ached with hunger for love,
scraping her identity off the ground like
handouts she expressed herself freely...

I love these words here, this is a most amazing write here, I can feel the emotion
you written in this. wonderful write.

[Legion]

Just read this again chica. Still a great piece. Noticed to minor typos that need fixing. Near the beginning of the second stanza, the word "valley's" doesn't need and apostrophe in it. Second, this line:
"They all cheer, they want to her to pour".

Take out that first "to".

Still loving it. Kudos again.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Awe this is amazing... the journey of self discovery always starts at home for your roots are what feed your soul... and when you start to wither from love's starvation it's your roots that will once again revive you... this is deep and intense but full of heartfelt emotion.

[Lee E. Powell]

"to the once sheltered woman who lived
inside her...
who had been cracked open...
spilling her yolk, which was devoured with
voracity, and then spit out." ....WOW

There are so many lines that really grab me in this poem. I'm not very good at writing reviews on poetry at all. But I will say that this is one of the best poems that I've read in a long time!
I would have to use the words Awesome, Brilliant, Powerful and Humbling.

Ed

[justjenn_2u]

I am speechless after reading this. You rocked this out! This is BY FAR, YOUR VERY BEST!!!!!

The entire poem is wonderful, your words flow showing so much strength. There is so much deep meaning all over this page.

Good job, Kena. I love this poem!

[Rain]

I knew I had seen your work. The first I tried to review, I already had. This is a very complex poem, not one you can skim over. So many images, and powerful lines. You filled this with passion. I bet it made for a good public read. I may have gotten lost in a few places, but I caught up. Powerful piece, especially to read aloud. Rain..