Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Writing home

This is an excerpt of a full published poem:

What can I tell you? You have always been bigger
wilder, stretching beyond my ink and papers.
Every time I try to write you
Photographs jump in my head
Little devils masked under ‘ideas’
It is then I pause in fear
I fear not you: but my eyes scanning you
I fear not you: but my  grammar failing you
Because every time
I hold the pen
You get to the core of my head,
Every time I press on the pen, it bleeds.

you can read the rest of the poem here.

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