To Write a Poem
By mtpoet
To Write a Poem Wanting, always, to write poetry, I ask myself if I am sensuous enough to sit around a fire carving words like spearheads & eating snail darters from a nearby stream, listening to an elder tell stories that will become legend or myth to chronicle our tribe. I ask if I have in me an urge to dance, a song to sing, a poem, my birthright, to write in words that explains how the world began its journey before the clan-- before poets made love to words & before desire could be kept alive in imagination. I ask if, instead, I have lost the tribe's smells, tastes, memories, fears, hopes-- their voice-- too long ago to write their words. If I should feel deeply enough, I would have no need for asking. I am all the characters who wander in & out of my head & my rite of passage will be the letting loose of the wild ones & they shall run barefoot across the page. Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 05:30 AM PST, Rudy Thomas 0 • 10
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