Peter Onyancha Poet Personification

Poetry Contest On My Desk

Poetry Contest on my Desk ……..Peter Onyancha

Sometimes when I bleed on paper
The ink does not talk me well
And I lose the contest words
The words come; all at once
Me here! Me! No, me!
They scream for choice
They beg the ear 

Listen, the streaming screams
Daunt, open me, pen me!
Listen my sound; I even rhyme some time

No, me, another word –
I live like a metaphor; I come easy
Count me in, keen, out with it
I am the word.

Now I want to nab you, snap! 
To chastise the babysitter ego
I want an academy of anger

I think it, but the ink belies
I want to stitch – even that is not the word! 
I want to hide and write
But look behind me
The words are chasing 
Like little toons!

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Carolyn Devonshire December 7, 2010 at 5:19 PM This is very cute, Peter! Sometimes it does seem like "words" are dancing around us saying, "Pick me." Then you put one down, erase it, put in another, change it again... Writing for the contests can drive us crazy! In that regard, WE are "like little toons!" Best wishes, Carolyn