A Poem Unlived

A poem unlived is a poem merely written -- sustenance our words let the body digest with heartfelt regurgitation – a poem unlived is a poem merely written as well as tasty center, a healthy chew needs skin-like peachy, tickly sensation, emotive mastication – best often lost when discarding fussy peelings also feelings a poem unlived is a poem merely written endless editing...crumblings tossed our salads before the main course heavily garnished each poem with a dipping thread link – we warm at the lava lip...deep, glowing convulsing start, long before the page is stirred, shaken – ready for bubbly tip a poem unlived is a poem merely written the sea we sail both tranquil and rage creation an unkempt voyage of possibilities, a nameless work rocks back and forth cradled it longs to escape wild fluctuation and transverse, seeking theme and form – sanguine transfusion, repetitively jabbing for fluid release we call upon the mariner, captain, surgeon of ancient crafts -- muse of many incarnations, sage, fool of countless courts – both wallflower and dancer – homebody and restless prancer, where we have been and yet beam to go – uniquely fermented we uncork for a spotlight blow, for grand revelation introduced with a toast, a click, a sparkly crystal glow staging both our fond darkness and light – an author preparing to take literary flight a poem unlived is a poem merely written -- like stopped midstream without a river flow, banks turned away tepidly applauding…. A stagnant sip before the moved-by lauding…. Though poetically smitten dearly kittened a poem unlived is a poem merely written...