I know the fires
to write about:
all poets do;
all humans do,
but most do not
inscribe these flaming words
on paper or even
in stone or steel;
most cannot.

Here I am with
the fiery chisel
the skilled hand
ready to carve
onto the page
into the very earth
the fierce alphabet
growing in my heart
the page will scream
like branded flesh
and the fierce letters
on the page
on this page
right here
right now
will erupt volcanis paroxsia

what can follow?
I am no Moses
My job as poet
is to place
on this page
such words
such images
as will make
my reader bleed
and scream and cry out
I am not allowed
to bleed on my pages
on some other poet’s
pages I can bleed
freely profusely
that is a task for
a reader, not a writer.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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