Monday, December 10, 2012

Of Poet's and Their Passion


We understand
The need to bleed
In drops of ink-shaped jot
As oft we spill
Against our will
The flow of tortured thought

We understand
The urge to purge
Through channels of the pen
And how its want
Will ease then taunt
Again, again, again

We understand
The ache to take
Life’s pain and ecstasy
Of battles fought
Within our thought
To bleed in poetry

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!