pheonix words

rebirth in the written word

 

Has it all been said before in the course

of a hundred dead poets?

Do I know it as my own?

plant a seed

from an incest tree

Am I echoing a story written in recylced ink

a thousand times a million miles wide

over someone elses life?

There’s a free word

in the salvation store

hidden in an alley way along the shore

where the masses gather

starving artists on a platter

cardboard signs line the aftermath

“Food fer thot”

Taste expired word rot

Is it all for not?

(Paste and copy response)

regurgitate and flaws

I'll find my flavor

eat my mind and savor

juicy vocal chords

ash to phoenix words

my rebirth

Author's Note

I started with one thought then my mind went ADD... so I'm gonna go catch my brain... "here boy... zip zip"

Reviews

[April Child]

It's an interesting question and probably we are not the first ones to write of the things we write but I think it's not always what you say but how you say it that differs. I have sat in a room with poets and all written a poem on the same theme and they all came out very different and I'm sure we each found different things in each poem. It all depends on where you are in life at that time etc doesnt it? So write on and fear not. Your words have a place and have value. Nice free fall of words. I love when it just flows :)

[W.k.kortas]

The first six lines are a succinct synopsis of the question anyone who writes ask themselves everytime. At turns cleverly flip and deadly serious, this is a nicely-paced and well-executed piece of work.