Awaken Your Inner Poet

Thou ‘briniest of temp’ thy ‘heavenly body’ humbles me knees Bereft of ‘mortal core’ gasp is ‘realities fracture’ of sight ‘Salted the breeze’ in your ‘purple seasoning’ of an absent psyche I’ve died, visited heaven, then returned to ‘angelic light’ yours   I crawl as ‘fragment of self’ in ‘Jupiter’s brine’ of Jovian ring Meteor my ‘shattered moon’ as planet, as ‘fazed colour’   Venus ‘bows in curtsy’ I eye as my ‘Icarus wings’ melt ‘Lint of stardust’ my existence for ‘myth o

My ghost dances, on a ‘chewed buckle’ As ‘spirit & shadow’ do ‘pen the page’ in earthly ink With ‘hammer or marshmallow’ a ‘page is dressed’ In haunt, words are phrases become poems   Chipped is the page as ‘hopscotch is played’ Such is the Tango, of accepted burden   ‘Time of reckoning’ is as Peanut, to ethereal presence This the prize, also stone of ‘child play’ game Within first ‘flickers of Dawn’ I claim as pen falls Our ‘Tango is over’ as I see my ‘written lines’ for fir

Poetry’s truth   My ethereal, sings I’m ‘Henry the eight’ as ghost I’m in ‘naked in shower’ for now, I’ll be ‘no spectral’ host Sam, in film ‘jumped into body’ for control ‘mine just mind’ ‘Oda Mae’ allowed for love, as I do for mine   Poems are babies, they must leave ‘comfort of nest’ Some have ‘own life’ others ‘cling to my chest’   Each has breath, whatever their essence My only hope, in ‘another’s heart’ they may gain presence ‘Warm the cockles’ hopefully ‘grace a linger