Thursday, January 25, 2007

I write therefore...

I love you, poetry, because you are mine. You belong to me like my breath, my blood, my bones. I adore the way you flow, a river over cold smooth stones, and how you dip and drop ten thousand miles to the ground you fall, fall, fall, letters flying through the sky. Words shooting through the night, and when the right one finds me, I breathe and come to life. Poetry, my goddess laying down to be adored, I love you for what you give: these words prove that I lived.


Note- This was written for Poetry Thursday.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely metaphors in this piece of writing. You must be a poet...

Anonymous said...

That was just beautiful- I love thinking of poetry as a goddess...

Anonymous said...

"these words prove that I lived" is a great line. This is our immortality. BB

slynne said...

This is a beautiful, moving love letter to a shared love.

writerwoman said...

Thanks for all the comments. It is wonderful to hear the thoughts of fellow poets.

Susan Abraham said...

Hi Sara,
You are so passionate, I'm sure poetry will reward you in an electrifying way. hugs

Jane Poe (aka Deborah) said...

Poetry my goddess... yes, that is what she is! JP

Natalie said...

Good to read your own lines about why you love poetry, on top of the wealth of ideas which came forward from this week's prompt. I will be keeping an eye on you! Natalie

crimsonflaw said...

beautiful...the vision it conveys is priceless and may the deity never ask for an impossible sacrifice...

Lyrically speaking said...

Very nice and inspiring piece

STP said...

Could not have expressed it better.

paisley said...

here!! here!! this was perfection.. i think you captured it for all of us.....

Christine said...

Gorgeous writing– poetry as the goddess of beauty and light.

Lisa said...

Beautiful poem Sara and truly appropriate to the occasion.