Starving Poet

The boldness of my pen drags dirty paper.

Words produced are stained with madness.

A garden of sound struggles to come alive. 

Lingering phrases frozen in ink lose reality.

 

Letters are carried with me like old lanterns.

The creations of sentences merge with detail.

Perfection is blended with menthol cigarettes.

Passion is digested into hidden expectations.

 

Headaches have lumpy criticism for breakfast.

Creative fingers collide with dull pencil points.

Glimpses of surrender cut through bitterness.

Trampled ideas trail behind new bleeding ideas.

 

Rain pours down on my swelling notebook.

Crushed thoughts seek redemption in vain.

Pages of hunger crash and burn into fumes.        

The fragrance of my poems will follow you.

Reviews

[Silent Siren]

It's interesting how you made different ideas and images intertwine!

It's a good way of capturing what the whole process of writing entails.

[Edgar A Stonehill]

This is a collection of very intense images. The abundance of ideas contrasted with the struggle to get them to engage the reader as the writer intends.

Good job.