The Life-Blood of Poetry

I release my thoughts into the care of words
so they can fly upon the wings of poetry.
Soaring among clouds of creativity
and then gracefully landing
to their home on my page.
The life-blood of these emotions flows freely
as ink from my pen.
Forming sentences that give voice to sadness
and credence to joy.
This prose dips into daunting darkness
and then rises to greet exuberant light.
The nature of my explosive imagery
may parch your throat and drain your energy.
Its intensity my endear you to my poem
or turn you away.

Poetry, though, is my forever-friend.
Tirelessly pleading my case before judges
and winning the hearts of some.
Poetry and I are bonded by a love
that never dies;
a relationship necessary for us to survive.

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