Ink For My Pain Poem by Emu Getachew

Ink For My Pain

Rating: 4.5


I serve my pen to feed my flesh and my soul extract honey from the alphabets
I come alive and true, when I write
I have no mirror, no dressing room, no camera,
I know no shame
I wait for no apologies
I skip commas, apostrophes, and I sure ignore exclamation marks
I love me in that place of no rules
my heart an ocean filled with word recipes
And me, wow! the master chef cooking a-b-c-d
as the aroma of words whistling in my kitchen of thoughts
my pen is chopping, peeling, sautéing, basting, frying,
every loss, every disappointment, every fear, every love
and serve as an ink to my pain.

© 2009 Emu Getachew

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Gall 14 October 2009

shows great imagination really good 10

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Kesav Easwaran 14 October 2009

imaginative and eloquent...your pen must be unique! good 'aromatic' work Emu...10 for you

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Brenda Arroyo 14 October 2009

So true. I can feel your love for written words. I absolutely adored this poem :)

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Obinna Eruchie 14 October 2009

Your pen is such force in vitalising you. Imaginative.

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Lubna Adel 14 October 2009

This is such a heartfelt poem, i admire your creativity!

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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 27 October 2009

‘…my heart an ocean filled with word recipes…’ Fantastic poem! Well conceived and worded So offbeat yet so common. Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK Please read my Poems: Why Hack My She [In Elite 500] Enigmatic Navel or others. niv

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Ency Bearis 16 October 2009

A wonderful simile...good write.....10

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Almedia Knight-Oliver 15 October 2009

Ink for my pain is excellent. Such striking metaphorical images. a 10

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Kerry O'Connor 15 October 2009

What a wonderful extended metaphor, which builds to an excellent climax in the final lines. I'm sure many can appreciate your sentiment.

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Faith Nzisa 14 October 2009

Kudos.Great composition.10++

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