"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
For its art
But my
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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