Poetry is not inborn. Poetry is not hereditary and cannot be inherited. It does not flow in the gene or trait of any god-poet, assumed or established. Poetry does not compel poets nor does it dictate the frequency of their thoughts. Poetry is as fluid as its meaning and components, as liquid as its concepts… Continue reading DEMYSTIFYING MUSE: A BRIEF TREATISE ON POETRY-MUSE DISSIMILITUDE
The only cure to this disease Is that you never cease To take this art by the scruff of the neck. It’ll be at your call and beck: Your ‘sufferation’ from ‘Poet-reukemia’ Is to be released by ‘Uthanasia’. Otherwise, suffer in silence, For we the critics are used to violence. We’ll dismantle you bit by… Continue reading ‘TIS YOUR CALL!
My pen refuses to stop I get so twisted and I am laid bare; of all the themes I wear of all the ideas I share My poetic wit disobeys my orders Poetry stop please, you are killing me I am in a state of poignancy I pity myself I loathe my gift Poetry is… Continue reading I AM TIRED OF POETRY
In slant and well carved holeWas it buried in a mild coalAs names do cleft on tombOn wall, was its speech dumb That, I supposed was a numberAn address, waiting for its finderClenched in front of the buildingIn hope not to fade of it’s bleeding The drooped paint pootled in shyBut that, I guess could… Continue reading FADING INK
And when The night will fall Like a basket Full of rainy silence, I will be the one To tenderly whisper -like the wave Carrying dolphins’ secrets To the coast- That love rises secretly There, in an Aegean’s cave. And when That night time Will tenderly touch us -when the sky quietly opens Pandora’s secret… Continue reading MUSE