~~~ Sweet, Sweet Lady ~~~
Poetry is a crying orphan, born out of heartache, seeking a resting place in the turbulent sea of people, looking for a motherly, or fatherly heart to make it feel wanted.
It’s inky contusion, always ready to bleed, as an emotionally-laden nib soaks into the compress of a blank, white page, and scabs, leaving a permanent reminder to all who pass by, that carefree laughter once lived here, now replaced by pain, like an iron fist inside a velvet glove, which ebbs through the vein of a quill, the remnant of the wing, that now animates new words, to land upon a scroll, alighting from their vocal flight, launched through a sky of thought, articulated within the ether of experience.
True poetry is a shelter from the storm; a temporary respite from the harshest weather. She is an oasis in an unrelenting desert of loneliness.She was given birth by gods, and bestowed upon mortal man as a special gift, to appease angry minds, and shattered hearts, and is the waiting room of life, where your surgery is time, prescribed by this doctor of humanity.She has the knowledge of a million lives that have lived, and are living, at her disposal.
When you call her, she will answer, and be diligent with your affairs; she will lift you up, so you may lift others, and pour the oil of joy into an abrasive you, so one may work again, to raise a hundred smiles from the fountain of your pen. Her letters are the jigsaw, by which you build and arrange, to display to a waiting world your puzzle, and how the missing pieces of the picture you construct, connect with the puzzle created by the reader’s own life. And if you treat her right, like a lady, she will leave you the finest, permanent kisses you have ever had, which you shall never forget.
She is a sister of love, a mother to hurt, and a storehouse of continual contentment. She can make you happy as she strokes your heart, and asks for nothing in return, save your mutual respect. She will reward your faithful companionship, and when you are done, will dutifully hand you back to the care of life, a new man.Thank God.