L'Nass Shango Poet Lay

Committment

Thanks to the poets who love my words
Meaning in their eggs fly like birds
The snake may suckle slurping in delight
But give them time to be feathered by light

We brotherhood carvers in the tongue
Let your muse break joy this time to live among
The unslithered past of printed page
Lying against the shell of rage.

I sing truth, and truth is my balm in the night
Long after honor has winged her flight
Away from the rough cliffs of barren minds
We poet will be the pole star of all true sign.

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Kristin Reynolds March 13, 2009 at 12:08 PM i like the way you say Poet, and not Poets...it connects us, that word, and is perfect for the work at hand here, within and out. love, Kristin