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Tuesday
Apr092013

Power Tool Poetry

       Writing poetry is sometimes like calligraphy; a sensitive and expressive instrument gently flowing over a piece of soft, textured paper. And sometimes, writing poetry is like wielding a power tool; aggressively using a big, heavy, loud, mayhem machine to get the job done, no matter what. My best poetry writing is often a bit of both.
       When I write my best poetry, I’m passionately and emotively using a custom made, highly sensitive, deceptively delicate chainsaw to powerfully carve my feelings into a slab of concrete. Preserving, for all time, how I felt in that moment.
       Over the past six months or so, I’ve written some beautiful poetry. A lot of it about a woman I was madly in love with. I’ve been reluctant to post those poems, because I wanted to give them to her, in some grand fashion, when the time was right, if we ever reconciled. Well, that’s not going to happen. So now there’s no reason not to share them. There's no reason not to expose the concrete slab of emotion that I created.....

 

Risk your desire
My beloved
And throw yourself into this fire

If we go together
We can not get burned
For the flames will not consume us
But fuel the engine of our appetite

Our tender flesh will not be scorched
But glow
Our hearts ignite
When we touch
Our souls tremble

Do not be afraid
I am in this fire with you
And I will never let you go
No matter what

If you ever cry out in pain
I will absorb your agony
And let you breathe again

If you should shudder in fear
I will embrace you
And steady your discontent

If you recoil from the heat
I will not hide
But open myself to you even more
I will spread my arms
Bathe in the warmth
And hold a space
So that you may move towards me again

And when you laugh from the boundless joy of our union
I will laugh with you
And amplify our sound so loudly
That we become deaf to everything
Except the music of you and I

Together in this fire
My beloved
We Crackle and Dance and Burn Brightly
To a colorful symphony of our own creation

                               

                                          - Clint Piatelli

 

©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All Rights Reserved.

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