Alkas Poetry Poet Prose Poetry

Poetry of Self-Knowledge

For reading poetry so much
         and so many poets, I am not right
         if what I write is mine,
         or them ...

          My mouth is a sensitive,
          speaks up in silence...
          There are speaking mouths.
         without brain ... there are
          mouths that talk beyond
         that the speech itself ...
         Crazy mouth

          I love myself,
         I admire ... however.
         I'm not a narcissist ...
         I realize that I'm not ugly,
         nor pretty ... but
         surely I am, fantastically
          live

         My mother was
         my first room
         crib and address ...
         After that, I came to
          the world...

         This body of mine,
         I borrowed it
         in a settlement
         supermarket
         from another nursery
          world

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Jeff Connelly June 6, 2019 at 8:49 AM OH MAN Alkas this poem is simply grand. Totally outstanding. I'm happy to wake and read this Alkas. True oh so TRUE poetry. Thank you so very much. Alkas Poetry June 8, 2019 at 5:05 AM Thank you Jeff, you are a great reader and friend. salute alkas