The World Needs More Poets
Smoke ladened vision
scratching at my eyes
making them cough,
conversations drift
across the panorama
of my hearing.
(the world needs more poets)
Words rattle,
separate conversations
combining,
melding,
sinking up together
to make sense.
(the world needs more poets)
9/11,
always honored,
Johnny Cash
filled space
with honorable reasoning
biting at laws flaws.
(the world needs more poets)
My mind
sinks inside itself,
grabbing at the crimson and dark,
lancing the boils of imagination
and still notes drifts in
soothing the savage beast.
(the world needs more poets)
Stay off the sidelines,
bite into the fabric of life,
feel the blood
run down your chest,
exciting your nerves
as you lick your lips
and wait for the next inspiration.
The world needs more poets.
(This was inspired by a congregation of people)
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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