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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, March 1, 2014

The Poet

Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn
The poet is no alchemist
He cannot find the Philosopher's Stone
that will transform pedestrian words
into gold

The remains of his earlier efforts
lay scattered in the weeds
The poet chokes
on the dust of bones

The poet sleeps
He dreams of blood coursing through stones
Alive and
eternal.

submitted for The Mag, Mag208

3 comments:

Heaven said...

How sad to see him choking on dust of bones ~ It's a challenge to capture those dreams & muse coursing through the night, alive & eternal ~

Belva Rae Staples said...

Nice work!

Helena said...

Excellent! I've every faith the poet will win through if he holds on to his dreams.