How can I describe this?
Blood is no more running
in my veins,
but ink.
If water stopped to exist,
I won't panic, I have words
to drink.
The crumbs of metaphor
and imagery satisfy
my hunger.
After today I won't rage,
the "iambics" would calm
my anger.
If no more air existed,
I won't care, I shall inhale
my rhymes.
It's okay if all deserted me;
poetry is all I need to fill
my times.
Comments
Oh lovely!
This is one of the awesome piece that dropped down here. This is outstanding and beautifully crafted piece! The title alone is very engaging...You must think about it! Each stanza is beautifully charged with poetic energy. An exceptional verses crafted in a unique way!
Nice job!!!
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Hello JackWeb
Thank you so much for your appreciation.
I really value it highly.
Legal Addiction
Hello, Rula,
So clever! This explains your love of poetry and the written word. (As does everything you write.) Creative title and nice rhyme. I enjoyed this!
L
Thank you
dear Lavender. Always great to hear from you.
Your kind visits are highly appreciated .
This is excellent
I love the play on words and how the poem takes a totally different direction than expected. Great job!
Dear Carrie
I'm so thankful for taking the time to read and leave such a supportive comment.
Really appreciate it.
Many thanks dear.
I think this is amazing
I was thinking about my addictions today. Many of them replaced the things I loved to do as younger man like art and writing. Earlier I was finishing up some things and I said to myself “you’ve got to go sit down and write.” Not from any necessity other than it’s just where my restless energy needs to go now. As of yet I’ve only written comments, lol. I’m working up to something.
“The crumbs of metaphor
and imagery satisfy
my hunger.”
That’s brilliant,
Tim
Hello Tim
I'm so pleased you've decided to write.
Your presence here amongest other masters enriched the site and always raised the challenge standerds.
I'm always flattered when I read your comments.
Thank you so much.