It invades every fibre of my being
Entangling me in a war of words
Never satisfied always hungry for more
Tongue panting,thirst never quenched
As body writhes in tumultuous yearn
Finds relief in an orgasm of verbs
With every thought a noun is born
Though mastery of grammer is absent
A gift of word usage pours from a pen
Of crimson ink in rivulets of blood
Bled from every corpuscle staining
Paper with images that paint the scene
With vivid metaphor that mesmerizes
The skirmish becomes one continuous battle
In a war of ideas where there is no victory
It is fought every time word meets paper
They say Homer showed "Vivida vis animi "
Called him the true father of poetry
So I guess I have him to thank for the
Fire in my soul, even though I'm a nobody!
Viva La Poesia!
Write, write, write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
You are in my prayers and thoughts, baby gurl!! :)
Take care,
Sherry
Paul;-)
Thank you for sharing glorious gifts that flow!
Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Nevermind even if you tell me I would still not have a clue...lol!!
Great offering yet again Eileen!!
Love Tinka
never have you ever been a "nobody". your words have poured out on the parchament to stir the imaginings of countless other poets, such as myself. they have cut, seared, salved, burned, healed, incited, imasculated, wrenched and writhed...these are not the emotions that can be stirred by a "nobody" and certainly ...you are SOMEBODY, with heart, soul and fire for the written word that we enjoy and employ as "poetry".
(she takes a long low bow)
and I, call you "friend"
all the best wishes.
tremendous write with stirring musical accompaniment.
hope you and yours had/have a fabulous holiday season.
always with a hug
krissy
Love & Light,
Joseph