Last night I wrestled with poetry <br />As if a lion wrestling with its prey <br /> <br />I sleep poetry <br />I dream poetry <br /> <br />I walk poetry on thin line ropes <br />binding together steeply slopes <br />I make love to poetry like a new catch <br />On heat waiting to be let loose from its latch <br /> <br />So out of ten if I am bad, take a pen <br />And give me a score of five or a four <br />I constantly make love to poetry <br />With dramatic grammatical metaphors <br /> <br />The root of my poetic hunger <br />Is I starve myself a bit longer <br />In sleep I twiddle my poetic lines <br />Sharpen them to be as fine as a riddle <br /> <br />I sleep poetry <br />I drink poetry <br />Not just to quench my thirst <br />But to differentiate amongst <br />Good, Better and Best <br /> <br />There shall come the day <br />I have to say <br />When I will definitely call it a truce <br />When I have run out of poetic juice <br /> <br />2006 - Sylvia Chidi<br /><br />Sylvia Chidi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-sleep-poetry/
