Monday, June 03, 2019

Food of the Senses (Free-verse)


Since poetry is the food of the senses
Cart me loaves of wholesome flesh

 Beneath the skin
And on the bones

Like a flamingo
 I will take my time to pick

And eat with delightful intensity
The savory cuts of poetry

With beaks like quills of granite
Flint and stone

In jaws clinching
Opening to unwind

Flinging words like flying feathers
Each crafted thought

Cascading down with riddles
Senseless trills

Myriads of cognitive sparks
Light up the mind

Oh give me poetry to make me grow
A little fat and a bit of this and that

A succulent slice of poetry
Our poetic ancestors left behind

(5/21/2019)

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