My Love for Poetry

Poetry addiction

I am a logophile; a poetic junkie with a

peculiar addiction.

High on poetry, slurring words like a lunatic.

Drugged by techniques, swooned into emotion

by this creative craving curse.

I bow to the will of this idolized ink, let my pen

stroke my soul into a living rage and bleed my

thoughts on paper.

My elation is the rush of creation; words roam

around freely.

Inadequate verbal emotion makes me weak

and renders me useless.

Thirsty and breathless, i lurch along canvas

dumping the shards of experience sealed in

suitcases of my vocabulary.

The creative fire in me burns.

Keeps me up all night, wakes me at first light.

I write with a frenzy-my Sentences combined

describe my written scribe

I coax phrases to render them bold; weave

moments in line and verse, wield my whimsical

pen with a theatrical flourish.

I craft words so all may waltz; floor the stage with

my well enunciated dictionary- tap the mic, seize

the moment and hope to God that my fiery

inspiration takes hold.

I am a drunk poetess mingling in the presence of

sobriety.