Cry of the Poet
If I put these words to music
would you listen
to my lyrical seduction?
If I make them rhyme
would you take the the time
to comprehend my meaning?
If I use a word
you’ve never heard
could I ignite your curiosity,
fuel your expansion?
Would you turn to Webster
Or would you walk away?
If I serve them a a metaphor
would you peer through the facade
into the depths that dwell in me
or would you think me odd?
If I produce a hit,
strike a chord in you,
would you resonate
with my inner vibration?
Seek personal salvation?
Perhaps together we’ll save a nation?
I take a stand upon this page
potentially, your teacher, prophet, sage
filled with passion
love and rage
and supplicate to you:
A poet’s is a lonely life
so much to share
and few to hear the words
When I’m gone think of me
naked on this page
and you can say you
‘knew me when . . . ‘
but know me now -
Engage
Maraya Loza Koxahn
from Metamorphosis of a Narcissist
