You're a Poet And You Know It

You're a Poet And You Know It
15 February 2013

You're a poet
And you know it,
When you read a creation
That you wrote but forgot about
And think, "I like the ideation.
It touches me without a doubt."

When someone else reads your writing
And comments on how it made them feel
Or sees the world in different lighting,
Then your transmuted words are real.
You've become a poet
And you know it.

Discourse Resource

Discourse Resource
25 February 2012

In getting to know you better,
I try to understand and empathize
By conversation as your newsletter
To see the world thru your eyes.

Metamorphosis Process

I took Jack Random’s “All Around You” and rhymed it.

Metamorphosis Process

6 November 2011

When I die, fold me naked, brother,

Into the dark flesh of the earth pile;

No coffin fortress against my mother,

No formaldehyde lip stitching denial 

Of the soft machinery of life’s assault.

Let the gentle sex of the probing root

Trail downward along the white vault

Of my cathedral bones’ strong suit.

Let the holy orgy of the earthy sod

Fill my domed skull with the resurrected

Gentle loving of the worldly clod.

Then each year fold me unprotected

Back into the warm flesh of creation

And I will become the loving planet.

I will spread my spirit on the wind’s reverberation.

I will have eyes of green rose granite.

I will have blood in the splashing sea tides

I will have a consciousness of grass,

And I will have arms under all the hillsides.

Arms vast enough at last, landmass

To hold all my children by the platoon.

From my warm bed I will be the sun's lover

And a magical brother to the moon.

I will trail sidelong and downstream cover

And I will be in the food you consume

Alive in all the fruits that abound,

Awake in the fall of each cherry bloom.

Once dead and in the solid ground, 

Now immaculately starting to leach

I will be there when you’re going

To burst the veiny flesh of a peach.

I will be all around you silently knowing,

This is my body bursting for your sip.

Take, eat and pass me with cants

From hand to hand and lip to perfect lip.

Let my name dissolve with my substance 

But when you drink the blood stew

And eat the smooth flesh of plants,

I will be alive, awake and all around you.