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Saturday, December 15, 2007

Wanting to write a poem

Pruritus

There’s the itch: this poem
no calamine for Old Scratch’s
wanderings, more a home
for what’s devilish to catch.

Of all my flea-bitten ideas,
this may be the most rash—
find friction in desire’s gears
and write the luciferous flash.

Putting skin into the game,
this digging shallow trails;
scratching the surface frames
a rhymed scaffold with nails.

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3 comments:

Pod said...

what's mine is yours
but you can keep your pruritus thanking you
;0)

am said...

"a rhymed scaffold with nails."

The images that your poems evoke are astonishing. Your daily photo images are poems. Your poems are paintings. Thank you so much!

San said...

"...a home/for what's devilish to catch..." Poetry, it's a contagious urge.