Saturday, October 6, 2012

Junkie Poetics

Salvia by Ben Kokolas

poetry burns in my blood,
strengthening me
as I forge meaning 
from words and lines,
a luscious roll
through syntax 
an addiction I can never
walk away from
having surrendered fully
to the insanity;
but let those words 
linger unsaid in my mind 
and I shake 
in uncontrolled withdrawal,
a fraud revealed 
for all to see,
a trespasser 
into the world 
of the artist,
a shell of a writer
frantically counting
syllables on my fingers
muttering incoherently
of iambic pentameter,
begging for 
just one more verse,
one more fix.

~~~  This poem was written in response to a prompt from Poetry Jam asking us to write about a love/hate relationship.


Mary said...

Oh, yes, I can identify with this, Mary. Addicts who cannot walk away. One more verse, one more more fix. Indeed.

Brian Miller said...

smiles....mary and i held a conversation on this last week before writing on it...i was going to do poetry...i did not start writing poetry...and once i went there i let some of my long form times i miss it...ha its a bit like a drug now...i know...

Daydreamertoo said...

Once bitten by this bug... there is no cure, is there :)

Loredana Donovan said...

Oh my gosh, I thought I was the only one who counted syllables with my fingers! Smiles :) poetry is such a wonderful creative experience, it feeds the soul. Nicely written!

Poet Laundry said...

An addiction, a craving...and I am always counting syllables! Those last few lines really nailed it!

my heart's love songs said...

addiction and insanity... yes! i understand that. {smile} except you never have to worry about being revealed as a "fraud" and this poem is proof of that!