My small circle of “support” here is very positive and affirming of me, yet I do wonder sometimes (as you’ve noticed) what I’m doing here, presumptuously thinking anyone would want to read what I’m writing. And I always remind myself that I do it for myself… in fact, lately I’ve been sorting poems for my own future use (as you’ve noticed!) And it’s Public just in case anyone else might like it.
Anyway, all that just because the poem that comes up next is so perfect! (For whenever I’m wondering these things…) The title kinda throws you at first, but it helps to clarify things as you begin to read it. LOVE all the rhyming and alliteration in this! sssssss!! ;)
Lucifer nowBreasting the word wind nocturnal, sleek skinned under star shifting, light lifting sky talking, sun walking slyly he slips and slant eyed surveys my thought thrusting, brain bursting paining and gaining soul spinning at an idea’s beginning. When the words at its heel congeal he cooly stares “What’s so special and fine–“ silver lips grin, thin, dawn dim “–about poems and prayers?” Sweating I shout at him “Special? fine? why, mine is just born and an answer is mine!”