The blood of a poet
is no more precious than
the blood of a child
the blood of a gangbanger
the blood of a survivor
The blood of a poet
is no more profound than
the blood of a mother
the blood of AIDS
the blood of transfusions
The blood of a poet
is not special
is not special
It is not art
It is only human
And that is enough.submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count With Mama Zen
12 comments:
Heavy duty refrain, for sure; because war over drugs or politics teaches us that blood garners more blood, & it all spills the same, has the same function, regardless of whose veins it pumps within.
Nice to meet you, & what fun to have been #1 on the comment button.
I love the approach you took to this!
And, surrealism actually gives me a headache, too.
How very true... yet a poet may suffer over every drop of blood shed by others.
Even though I often don't express myself well, it's "in my blood."
That and possibly Royal Blood as well. Hapsburg family ties mixed with some Jewish. Banishment didn't fix things either. But my blood is 'special'.
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Indeed .. no more than human.. but that's better than most.
after stripping the layers of cause, effect, actions and reactions guess what? we are left with humanity
nice poem on the Poet's Blood
much love...
A more literal slant, LM, and it works to really refocus the narrative--blood is indeed blood, and all our metaphors are useless to change that.
Love the listing effect...powerful closing, too!
So much truth, but we poets seem to not only channel the pain of ourselves but that of others also.
plain-spoken and dead-center ~
Oh this is a cool perspective. We are as we are, and that is enough. Love it!
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