I AM POETRY
I am the rainbow before the storm
the promise of serenity after these rumblings
these whirlwinds of energy urgently released.
I am the caress of gurgling wavelets
patiently smoothing out
the rough edges of every pebble and outcrop
carving a channel for thought in hard minds.
I am the fluttering of fragile membranes
carrying every randy moth down the pheromone trail
lustily embracing the cold rays of lifeless bulbs.
I am the song of the evening bird
mourning the dying day trussed in a harmattan gauze
ancient mummies burrowing back to the certitude
of bricks, blocks and earth.
I am the message greater than the messenger
the idea behind the mind seeking urgent delivery
a voice without speech awaiting comprehension.
I am the chant of the shaman
the praisesong of the oracle
the incantations that arouse the ancestors
conjuring warriors from the walls.
I am the last gasps of a dying heart
reluctantly giving up claims to sorrows and plans
bewildered by the long stretch of eternity.
I am the longing baying of a werewolf
at the slow death of the full moon
the horror of discovery, the terror of confessions
the reality of ephemerance.
I am the song in your heart
that you cannot sing
the rhythms that you cannot share.
I am poetry.
Cover Page l Next Page