I’m Sick Without You

I live poetry like a broken heart
that walks a lost road through shattered dark
that shrinks from receiving any more harm
a creature of silent howls
that sits and cuts its arms

I live poetry like a broken dream
fractured in places hid deep to be seen
collecting my parts from a rubbish heap
pieces of me like a memory
lay round waiting by my feet

I live poetry like a broken mind
long twisted throat around it signed
for a freedom that no words could make
silently gnawing myself to flee
this rope in old strands she frays me

I live poetry like a severed tongue
incapable faltering screaming head throng
vomiting to cease I run on hands and knees
to reach that one place
where all make sense to me

There I live poetry like I’ve come home
I cross that line to find my own
it’s where I belong
with you mother nature
at the heart of the rose

To live Poetry

Inhale the crisp brilliant air

filled with all things fiery and impassioned,

Nature, art, song, words

Pregnant with the seeds of 

Love, peace,

possibility and hope

Inspiration oxygen

permeating my blood

and winding its way

through my physical body

deepening into the tissues

Of my soul.

Write it!

 

This is the beginning of a collaboration poem.  How do you LIVE POETRY?  It’s a quote I wrote that I want to live by. You can see the original post from July 9th, HERE.

Here are the contributing artists so far.  Take as much time as you need and link back to me.  I’d love to know how poets live!

 

Phoneix Tears Healed, Me-Writingwingsforyou