Somehow I feel that this is the perfect time to be inspired.  I don’t know why, but I just feel that it is.

And what better way to extract inspiration than to go back to the first piece of poetry that I considered to be “real”?

Reincarnation

By Angelo Suarez

 

Cut your skin and pry yourself

Open with the knife of old eloquence

And let the searing pain gyrate

Within your senses.  Let a hundred

Synecdoches and similes bleed

Their way out of capillaries,

Out of veins and through areteries,

And gush into a pool of synergies

Of images and artistry, of poetics

And wordsmithery.  Then you die.

 

In the monring they will find you

Not a corpse that bled to death

But a poet reborn of words and verses.

 

So, I don’t know where this particular mood swing will take me, but here’s hoping.