"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, January 24, 2011

Spare Change For Poetry

How to put
A price on
My soul

My words
Are birthed
In sorrow
And joy

Does dollar
Signs on
My poetry
Give it value

My body
Starves
For its art
But my
Spirit
Grows fat

I am more
Of a street poet
Drop in your
Spare change
If you were blessed


©Susie Clevenger 2011

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