The poet is born
lungs screaming for life
urgently seeking her deepest need–
the search for truth in the illusive word;
that one poignantly perfect poetic expression
revealing
naked-born reality,
writhing, hungry, pure,
wearing a living beauty like skin,
(not possessing it like a coat, removable when uncomfortable).
This poet searches for
adjectival justice;
illuminating truth laying bare
the depravity rooted deep within;
transporting truth
conveying the human soul intimately near Heaven’s door
leaving it blushing, breathless, mortified;
transforming truth
that earnestly embraced
elevates the immortal spirit to uncharacteristic glory;
truth in words that can fashion earthly men
into heavenly beings.
So many inadequate words–
the deepest truths elude them;
and all the while
the poet’s search
goes on.
