My poetry sets me back
into my compulsions
Deep within the womb of my mystery
into the envelope of my hidden life
a perilous journey
the music much sought-after
and much maligned
A recycled second-guessing
of ever-clichéd attitudes
wrapped into a trimmer form
of expression
drawn up into a piece
of my very flesh
Then draw my words
and spread my blood and bones
across this surgeon’s table
Then wash it down and prepare
for the next patient
My poetry lies unknown
to me still
Can you know
me better?
poet's give a piece of them in their poetry and i c u on this poem..truly remarkable and astounding..well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then draw my words and spread my blood and bones across this surgeon’s table.......................blood and bones know the depth of words, most ingenious write by imagery and metaphors,10+++, thanks for sharing