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
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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Christine Ray – What it is
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Absolutely 👍🏻❤️
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Wow!
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“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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