Poetry

A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe

it is a stir
an ache
rising from my core
growing in urgency
pushing to my surface
gasping hungrily for air
sitting impatiently on my tongue
black pearl
ruby
tear-shaped diamond
waiting
for hand to grasp pen
fingers to touch keys
truth to be unleashed
an explosion of my soul
made visible
in black ink

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

7 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. Mission accomplished:

    “If you would be a poet, write living newspapers. Be a reporter from outer space, filing dispatches to some supreme managing editor who believes in full disclosure and has a low tolerance for bullshit.”
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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  2. “black pearl
ruby
tear-shaped diamond
waiting
for hand to grasp pen
fingers to touch keys
truth to be unleashed
an explosion of my soul
made visible
in black ink”

    Darling, yes.

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