Life Without Poetry Soup
There have been a few times when I
Have found myself without The Soup.
When my patient muse absents herself,
I find I must stop to regroup.
My computer has, once in a while,
Refused to answer to my call,
Or I must take myself away
And do a bit of over-haul.
It’s then I find how much I miss
My poet friends and their great writes.
My mind goes into over-drive,
My brain's infested by termites.
Phrases and lines slip through the cracks
And drop into my coffee cup,
And when I try to write them down,
I realize I’ve drunk them up.
Upside is down and down is up,
I’ve lost all sense of time and space.
I look into the mirror and
I don’t remember my own face.
The Soup has infiltrated and
Has come to be my constancy.
Friends I have made on Poetry Soup
Are friends in all reality.
I am enamored with the Soup.
I need to have some every day.
It is a large part of my life.
I pray it never goes away.
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