Message From a Poem to its Reader

 Pad Challenge day 3: Write a message poem

A poem takes some time to taste

Do not skim hurriedly   

Across my skin, lest in your haste

You miss the heart of me

For poetry is layered fruit

A passion-purpose prayer

Of message oft misunderstood

Like thought-seeds spit to air

This soul-blood fruit of fold on fold

Reveals, not at first glance

The bittersweet of gray and gold

Scavenged from word-romance

   

So, let it linger on your lips

This kiss of consonants

Is more than page twixt fingertips

Or Muse deliverance

It is the bread from beggar-bards

The salt siphoned from tears

The nucleus of poet-hearts

Exposed to eyes and ears

...and do you hear beyond the breeze

That word alone will spell?

Ah, do you crave intricacies

That poets never tell?

...and do you hunger for the splurge

Not of infantile drink,

But from a raw and ruthless merge

Of poetry and ink?

  

Or do you choose to dash across

This type-print that you see?

My love, to you alone the loss

Of missing poetry

 

 

© Janet Martin