Before I write a poem
the world must be on fire.
Before the words flow
I must inhale its smoky snakes.
Before the sword is even poised
I must cough up a bloody lung
into my open palms.
Before the altar, kneeling
I listen and wait
until a message bursts forth,
blooding my ear.
Born into a little life,
a sweet story
or broken bones.
The congregation’s eyes narrow
as I scratch out a sermon,
an epiphany.
…
Really?
That’s it?
All of this?
Inspired and the format recycled from Before The Poem by Lisa Jensen
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I really love your poem and how inspired you got from Lisa Jensen. I read her poem, and it was really good.
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As with the constant search for new music I am also constantly in search of inspiration for new things to write about. It’s not often that other poetry inspires me though.
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Inspiration does brew our minds to create and evolve forward.
P.S I posted a second new poem. Whenever you are free stop by.
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