A Pull-Earth Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I am a pull-earth
Pulling the spirit of the earth,
Cracking imagery in the pool-earth.
I master the personification of the art,
Even when my metaphor is in the cart.
I treasure the cacophy of my word' luxury,
Closer to the motion and fire of my documentry.
Masking of the atmosphere I most cherish,
Breaking wild emotions with a beam I wish.
The testimony of my mouth dances in peace
Even as the words in my palm beam in their race.
I have touched the head of the joyful pool-TREE
And make meaning out of life from a tree.
I am not a poet but a PULL-EARTH
Pulling the spirited spirit of the EARTH.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016