the quotidian cough
that punctuates
sleeplessness
soundscape for
verses emergent
from years in the smoke
of combustible passion
the inhale and exhale
of words in their work
to acquire a burnished
poetic patina
indulged by the taste
of their metaphor
labored of breath
but accustomed to
unquiet habits of hours
long since repurposed
given over to making
a literate noise
Though the body be exhausted, the mind within the poet races after metaphors capturing the exhaustion of the soul . . . A fine piece of reflection, my friend
LikeLiked by 1 person
…as is your comment
LikeLike
Wonderful extended metaphor. The picture speaks your poetry.
LikeLiked by 2 people
glad you enjoyed it
LikeLike
Superbly illustrated in visual and words, Paul. The cadent flow of this work is wonderful too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
glad you enjoyed it
LikeLike