Look at all your infinite colours!

I want to put my power


into a poem to burn a hole

in your pocket

so I can sew it

i am dumb beside your body

I heard of a man

who says words so beautifully

that if he only speaks their name

women give themselves to him.

 

If I am dumb beside your body

while silence blooms like tumors on our lips

it is because I hear a man climb stairs

and clear his throat outside our door.

 

from "Poem" by Leonard Cohen

i feel a poem

Thumping deep, deep
I feel a poem inside
Wriggling within the membrane
Of my soul;
tiny fists beating,
beating against my being
as it tries to break
the navelcord,
crying, crying out
to be born on paper.

Thumping
deep, so deeply
I feel a poem,
inside ...

Don Mattera