I know not from where the poetry in me came <br />It come not from the streets <br />.....or the buildings, or the people I know, or books I read. <br />...it found me that year..1994 <br />It...was like the hunger in my belly <br />...like a hunger I felt it there, in the belly first <br /> <br />It was exasperated and lost, there in the beginning <br />...for as it found me it was rejoicing, uplifting, exited <br />...but soon it was frustrated, lost, then sad <br />....for my mind, nor my fingers could express <br />....for neither my hearing, tongue or vision could see the poetry <br />...the poetry which I felt, craved for, yearned for <br />...and always knew were there <br /> <br />...and then greedily, like the thirsty and starving hungry <br />I gulped and swallowed and consumed <br />...emosions, souls and spirits, and hunting were-wolves <br />...the fibre, the essense, the nuance, the texture of paletted colour <br />.....in this couldron of spirit, soul, emotions, mind and body flowed forth <br />....nourishment, to feed a thousand for a thousand nights, years and eons <br />...and cloth’e the earth like green foliage to hide its nakedness from the sun at sunrise........., <br />and this foliage also then to protect the virgin soil come the night frost <br /> <br />for in the bitter bright of day all exposed, brutallity, heartache, pain and joy and love as well........... <br />for in the bitter harsh frosted night all exposed, brutality, heartache, pain and joy and love as well......... <br /> so then, be it a blanket of words, verbs, phrases to remember, hold, contain and protect a brighter better morrow..........<br /><br />Johan Fourie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-220/
