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Sotto Poet's Pen Something To This Prompt Contest
Poet's Desire
Blank paper lays scattered by the fire
as evening churns my gut again ,
below my bosom ...fingers knead
where collage of thoughts grate,
where knuckles hold lines and assault
the senses...to inspire new beliefs.
Sometimes verses write themselves
before thev feel the need to soar --
and somehow mind-shift is realized
when pages turn into the voice of change ;
that pure expression bleed in my eyes
where fire throws cravings to wake hearts asleep.
So hands etch on, smoke dragons ...slay!
And lines speak a language of intuition
their texture igniting life's pure intent--
dragons droop and creep between the edges
of a page...as morning slowly grips in a corner
of fresh vision... of word- chimes tingling
nudging a reader' s thought __that I qive a shrill
and tremble on;
upon sheets to writhe delirious, igniting one
to gulp my poem ... savoring dawn.
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