Poetry, Wordplay

Poem

dream it
see it
write it
type it
print it
read it
Stop, erase it.
stretch it
pull it
raze it
shred it
tear it
flip it
Scan, revise it.
drown it
save it
dry it
clean it
court it
chase it
Perverse, seduce it.
feel it
feed it
dress it
strip it
coat it
glaze it
Taste and crave it.
crown it
flaunt it
shine it
love it
see it
say it! I am a writer!
There,
now it’s a poem.

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Poetry, Wordplay

Sleep

Your silent spell, she slithers over the moon,
Through the crisp cold mist that I breathe,
And she obeys your every command and tune,
So I may drink from the river of Lethe.
May I ask you, son of Nyx and Erebus,
Is your spell in fact, Pasithea, your wife?
From your grotto of no light or sound beneath us,
Is it true that you own half my life?

She finds me to peek through my pane of glass
And with grace like your twin brother himself,
She swiftly slips under the cracks,
And hovers me like an angel of death.
I feel her crawl up my spine and around my neck,
To pierce my skull and mind,
And like your father’s body and soul, unkept,
Gushing liquid darkness and slime.

Hallucinating a world unknown,
With Persephone and poppies underground,
I see you, dignified and majestic in your ebony throne,
Next to the river where your subjects have drowned
Only to rise in a new life, reincarnated,
Oblivious to their unworthy past,
I find myself captivated, liberated, and naked
In your presence, I’m home at last.