Death of the Poet

vole

olev

levo

olve

elvo

evlo

No matter how you unspell that word it comes at you like a knife wielding maniac determined to destroy your sense of proportion, but when it ends in ashes and midnight sings the blues a poet can again make love to her darling suffering muse.

 

*When you dare to love you toy with pain*

~msloftis

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

14 thoughts on “Death of the Poet”

  1. LIFE OH LIFE

    The poet never dies
    Or maybe he did
    But before finding life
    In the typing of unknown signs
    Flavours and smells his hand
    Discovers when stripping leaves
    One by one
    While the heat is charming
    This universe which becomes
    His inner world

    1. Do you know what? I like that line so much I’m adding it to the poem and giving you credit! THIS is what I love about the comment section of blogs, we toss the poetry back and forth. Thank you for this msloftis 🙂 I hope you come back again to read!

    1. LOL Denise I like the gentle side too. I was just having feelings about life and love, applying it to the soul of all poets. Poets really are them most pragmatic of people because whatever happens to us we mine it for material. Yes, we are practical people at heart.

      1. So true, Val, we DO mine it for every nuance of feeling we can get out of it! I think when we love we actually open ourselves up to pain. Maybe we are masochists at heart, lol!

  2. Behold the quickest way to unspell from out of vole and into love, one altered letter at a time by word association, without winding up looking like a maniac who’s wielding a knife!

    vole
    dole
    dove
    love

    🙂

    1. LOL Brad, I KNEW this would pull you out of the shadows! Just because I’m fucking around with the words and being my foolish self. I like your spin on this and yes we need to associate those words properly to tone down the maniacishness! 🙂

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