A Poem Is Not/Revised Again with Part 3

1.

A Poem is not a thought
all wrapped up in a pretty package
it is you out in the cold
it is you all alone
it is the silence that will not
speak of Love.

A Poem is not a tender Lover.

A Poem will break you in Two.

2.

It takes a lot of light
to write about how dark it is,
if you want to be a Poet
you have to want to pen
nothing at all, or nothing
but the truth
from the depths of
your every secret
with the finesse of angels
brandishing a fiery sword,
you have to want
to be fearless
and put your own lofty head
into the very jaws
of hunger itself,
find your own beating heart,
you must be willing to
give your life to the words
you will never be able to speak of,
and this is how a poet writes
in her own pool of blood.

3.

I thought in poetry
as a child until it was
taken away from me,
someone or another
making me fit into someone
or another, I fell into a
brook of rainbow trout
but i never forgot the moon

I mused in poetry as
an adolescent, trying to
fit into a new kind of skin,
I found no comfort
though
I learned to adore Love's
first touch,
the senses of arousal, the fire
in my eyes, burning

I wrote books of  Love in chapters
of poetry as a young woman whose
heart was broken and opened,
waterfalls of flesh,
torrents
in the
wild river of passion from which
I have yet to
return

I am a crone now, and poetry feeds
me seeds and makes me pregnant
with words.