BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry
Silence is the poetry I write
It is the pen and the quill upon parchment
thoughts from any of a hundred languages
Giving voice, it lets it's presence be known
Ink gives it form like my children
But this silence is from the depths
That inner space whence come I and I
I want to meet that invisable song
that breeze that cools me when I am burnin'
that jazz from the old masters in my ears
poetic justic for those who trust us
I want to hear that silent verse
That meter and that rhyme
Sweet flowing words from I and I
I want to feel the rhythem of the word
The universal soldier of timelessness
That sense of being in the meanings
Images from the first art in the caves
The hunted from the first hunters
The first taste from the fire millions of years ago
Sanskrit and farsi and castellian or ugh
The juice of life wets my hunger for I and I