LIFE SUPPORT
Sometimes
I need a poem--
Not an emergency
Entrance--
But EXIT!
The exactness
Of meaning
And being.
There is
Justice
In ordered
Words--
Each sound
A deliberation
Between breath
And breathe--
The hymn
Of rhythms
That belie chaos
And confusion
Between lines
Of intended hurt.
(Too much of life
Lies between lines of hurt.)
Reality
Suffocates.
I need the oxygen
Of an alphabet.
A banana
Bag of vitamins
To drip into me
Letter by letter.
The keyboard--
Is my apothecary.
I lean
Into the solace
Of lone
Vowels--
The soothing
reassurance of "I"
And constant
Consonants--
Verdicts
In music as medicine.
Even the jolt
Of STAT!
And bilabial blabberings . . .
To escalate blood pressure--
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
There is no flat
Line
In poetry.
No body bag
To toe tag
A cadaver.
Abracadabra . . .
When your life is a fugue
There is no morgue.
Creation
Is prescription.
To make something
From nothing--
The miracle
Of alchemy--
Gold.
God.
Go.
O!
© Gary T. Czerwinski
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Comments
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
I imagine you even use a typewriter.
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Linda: oh, I do so love to shock pple . . . I have tons of poems, actually . . .
Jack: Wow....an exclusive club? I hope it's not the Illuminati . . . . LOL . ..
Chrissie: now your comment gave me pause . . . first into your insights about me . . . and then your own discernment . . . nope . . . I was not your ordinary teacher .... thank goodness (I was always in the principal's office . . . and I was the teacher !!!!!!)
LFJ: Wish I still had my old typewriter. True story: when I graduated grade school, I asked for a typewriter . . . how strange was I?
FisimA: Me, too.... don't know where they came from . . . which is what I LOVE about art...tapping our unconsciousness into the consciousness of ?????????????
I do very much like "to make something/from nothing/The miracle/of alchemy."