She is and she does and she knows it.
She’s a poetry addict.
She eats it.
She breathes it.
She writes it in the lavatory.
At the dropp of an emotional hat!
She is on the ball point
Can’t live without it.
Can’t quite find a life with it.
Can’t stop it.
Can’t control its flow.
She just has to do it.
Or she explodes.
Hey Presto!
Life gets too much.
Too painful to touch.
She has to pour it out.
He told her to keep writing
And she will and must.
She is an addict
Without any doubt
A poet who knows it.
She’s a compulsive Poet
Dissing the order of things.
We can get it right.
We can never give up the fight
Poetry is our right.
Our way to a healthier light.
We must be allowed
The profit of poetic philosophy.
Politics. Humanity.
Our World leader’s current insanity.
Poetry is our road to halting the despair.
Poetic voices have always and will always, be there
To shout the foes of our world right OUT.
Poetry will bring change about.
History in poetic voices,
In the making.
Of right choices
She is addicted and has NO DOUBT.
Tai Chi. Italy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compulsive-poetic-order-2/
