To the fire in the storm,
thank you.
Thank you for fueling me with rage
that has led to such feverish words;
Thank you for the reminder that
a downpour of pain is temporary.
So paint! So write!
Thank you for burning my skin
and leaving a scar,
dousing every phrase I pen with passion;
So paint! So write!
Thank you for the incurable
scripturient need that would not,
could not be denied.
Thank you for the coals to scrape
poetry across and igniting my insides;
Forcing them to explode into wild;
So paint! So write!
To the fire in the storm,
thank you.
Categories:
scripturient, emotions, feelings, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
The enthusiastic logastellus,
empty handed yet so scripturient;
Try to write it feels incoherent,
without words there is no audience;
Plagued with a poor vocabulary,
madness fills an overactive mind;
First line leaves that soul unsatisfied,
not able to capture a writer’s quiddity;
You can sit warm yourself by the fire
believing the Muse comes on command;
When will raw emotion understand
it takes tools to pen what you desire;
Go out communicate in person
you’ll pick up a new line every time;
No longer with a struggle to rhyme,
No longer riddled with guiltroversion.
Categories:
scripturient, emotions, poetry, poets, writing,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Troubles tell tales
Squash simple sale
Ply public poise
Craft crispy choice
Mind mellows make
Time truly takes
Words wander well
Dice dreary dwell
Plush pretty pink
Bear burning brink
Now never near
Face falling fear
Bear bursting brunt
Sad story slant
Wordplay writes wait
Glimpse grandeur's gate
Treat touching trace
Scripturient space
Leon Enriquez
16 August 2018
Singapore
Categories:
scripturient, allusion,
Form: Alliteration