Simon Siwak
1
These hemorrhagic muses
Exist within the fluting
Of my symphonic veins
Ready to weep any origin
2
A drug of design and duress
I execute poems in defense
Of my eternal soul
3
The essential wound
Being of course the heart
Cannot be swathed or sewn
Without loss of love and compassion
4
Ink cauterizes my tears
But my words do not
Deny the sentiment
I turn the lights off
When I listen to the chorus
It’s like playing chicken
With God
*
Music is empathic
The way it presses tears
From soul threads
*
Every tender refrain
Leaves me redolent
As a newly dispensed sea
A state of saturation
That expedites purity
*
Everything I know of love
I’ve scraped
From your bones
Words rich and iron-infused
You are
The unbroken voice within
The illumination
Of a benevolent unknown
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Not much time to write hence the disconnect between the stanzas. I am celebrating Christmas with my little family unit today and then with the in-laws tomorrow. I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season!
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