Sonnet to Poetry
A Shakespearean lament
By Jan PortugalPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I’ve caught the poets virus - poetry
is pulsing my veins and I am bleeding
words everywhere most spilling out of me
On freeways at sixty miles while speeding
frantically I search for scraps of paper
not already bloody with poetry
I do a lot of eye movement and knee
driving while I get my fix to capture
perfect phrases like: Prone in surrender
Always night at the end of the tunnel
Knock on God’s door to open and enter
redolent thoughts left alone to funnel
future peccadilloes for my blood letting
diagnosed as mere symptoms of the disease
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Jan Portugal
I love the adventure writing takes me on. I enjoy the idea of sharing them with an audience. I hope you enjoy my visions too.
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