I’ve loved many women
In my time, but not like this
Not like the love of words
The divinity in language
The riches in the poverty of poetry
Ink runs like liberty
From the fruit-craving mouth
Of this appetite, of poems
Like a librarian without a mate
I vowed long ago to marry literature
Here I am, alone and happy
I’ve loved many poets
Long dead and not famous
There is no bliss like art
There is no happiness like mine
I’ve eaten poetry for decades
In my attic, as a recluse
I am a new man because of her
She withstood my moods
And understood my aims
She did not chide me for my
Uneconomical strategy of living
Ink runs like milk from my face
I am a baby mad with wonder
In the open arms of books!
Who’s to say that this was not
My chosen aspect of hope
Who’s to say one’s greatest love
Must be a person, surely not mine
I romp with joy in the bookish dark
A happy nerd, a loving friend and
A devoted servant to literature
May all rejoice who know this joy!
Wuji Seshat 
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What’s the matter Krangaru?
I enjoyed this poem! It left me flabbergasted – brilliant stuff “:D
Thanks a lot! Everytime I see your handle I want to say “Kangaroo” I do not know why…
Feel free 😉
yay Kangaroo!
#HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Eating it, digesting it…and then….fertilizing …..
All that we can hope for is to be part of the web of life’s genius. Poetry is dangerous and leads to a lot of suicides, though it can also save your life 😛
I am rejoicing in the truth of your words!!
Well I do speak from the mouth of poetry, not sure I could call it truth but it is fun pretty much…
🙂
Poetry can be a faithful and eternal love.
Yes and even if you stop writing for weeks or months, the magic is still in your brain.
Definitely true, Wuji.
I do agree with you, Wuji. Even though I stop, poetry still talks in my brain and mind.
She is a mistress more faithful than most methinks, and me also thinks I shall be sleeping on the couch for a while. Lol.
Some women seem to think writing is an unrealistic pursuit David, it’s really quite demeaning. I hope you don’t fancy a woman like that, it’s quite daunting I am afraid…
Just found this delectable morsel!
So we both eat poetry it seems! Ha ha! Such a perfect meal for breakfast, lunch, or supper. And I have an insatiable appetite. (I prefer a meal of words. : )
Love your poem. Has so many of the same sentiments I express in my writing all wrapped up beautifully in one perfect package, bow and all.
Look forward to reading more of you work.
Have a great day.
Lovely that we see things the same way! This is an amazing comment 🙂
I agree and thanks.