Desperate Pleasure...

I’ve heard the suggestion voiced, because of the prolific nature of this blog that ‘poetry must pour from your pores’…

It feels more like a breaking through bone of thought in groan and moan…

‘Tis a serious and desperately pleasant-yet-sometimes-painful business to bear the weight of words into birth then dare to share them.
Those who hear the Call cannot ignore it with ease...so it has been for centuries.

 

Full poem here

full poem here

What awesome bearing, this

To commit to a page

The birth of thought for one to read

In some far-yonder age

What undertaking, this

To pen for heart and soul

Something to keen the spirit to

The wearing of a soul

What trembling Want ensues

By it we cast off fear

Lest by neglect we fail to write

What someone needs to hear

What awesome Being, this

To press with curves of ink

A tender scalpel deep enough

To make its reader think

© Janet Martin