I Turn Everything Into Poetry Poem by allan macli borges

I use to turn everything into poetry
Even the day… passing
Even the clock… breaking
Or the wind… blowing
The air… breathing
Even the smoke… dancing
Even the lung… darkening
Even a child… smiling
Or the hope… dying
Even the stars… shining
(Even the darkest night)
The earth… shaking
The legs… trembling
Even the baby… sleeping
The heart… fast beating
And even the heart… slowly stopping
I have been turning everything into poetry
Even my life… changing
Even the body… folding
Even the flowers… blossoming
Or the flesh… rotting
Even the fish… streaming
Even water… dirtying
Even the birds… singing
Or the hunter… shooting
I have been living my life thinking
I have been killing myself acting
I have found my way in poetry
Even dead I’ll live forever… in my writing.

allan macli costa borges