L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

The Critic

I am not a man who loves superficially
When I eat a poem
I peel it skinless with my teeth
Bite and suck the juicy pulp
Lick the seed white before planting it again
I am the lion eating its meat
Don't ask me to gloat on dross
To secure the favor of popularity
Poetry is a sacred gift
Upon my altar it is a sacrifice of totality.
Melt, melt, melt into it
Ice into the ocean blue
Light into sky
Love into you
And let us sip and feast on words together.

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David Smalling November 9, 2010 at 5:32 PM I read this poem and immediately understand your comments on my poem. Thank you and God bless.

Debbie Guzzi November 8, 2010 at 1:21 PM Your love of living always brings a smile to my lips, thank you. Light & Love

Cecil Hickman November 5, 2010 at 11:45 PM wonderfully penned with sensitivity and truth and passion about poetry for sure,truly a piece of your heart and soul,Blessings..Cecil

Dr.Ram Mehta November 5, 2010 at 8:02 AM Nice way how you look at the criticism as poetry is a sacred gift and very soft, L'nass