published on "The North Andover Poets Corner" March 17, 2019
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What is your sugar? What makes your life sweet? What helps you recover from the day, the week? My favorite time for writing and reading and recovering from the week is Saturday mornings. Here's one poem that did it for me: "Poetry Is My Sugar", by Gideon Cecil. It was published in the Chachalaca Review and in the collection "Extreme: an anthology of social and environmental justice" edited by Mark Lipman. Enjoy some sweetness today. We all need it.
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Poetry is my sugar
Gideon Cecil
Gideon Cecil
Poetry the sugar in my
tea I drink daily
as I go
to sleep at nights
to dream of my
muses hidden
in the invisible
roof of my soul.
My muses comes
like a sudden
shower of rain
writing in the blank
pages of my immortal memory.
tea I drink daily
as I go
to sleep at nights
to dream of my
muses hidden
in the invisible
roof of my soul.
My muses comes
like a sudden
shower of rain
writing in the blank
pages of my immortal memory.
I drink a Shakespearean
Sonnet;
A Dante’s Tercet,
A Homeric Ode,
A Virgil’s Epic
And a Milton’s Blank verse;
As ‘Poetry Sugar’ into my tea
that set’s my soul free
invoking my muses to
write in my fragile mind
so free.
Sonnet;
A Dante’s Tercet,
A Homeric Ode,
A Virgil’s Epic
And a Milton’s Blank verse;
As ‘Poetry Sugar’ into my tea
that set’s my soul free
invoking my muses to
write in my fragile mind
so free.
Modern inventions
brings terror to
our souls; hatred of nations
bombing of the innocent
hacking into banks
spying us like an invisible
God in our homes.
Poetry is the sugar
In my tea
The balm of my soul
The mirror of your
Eyes that shows you the
Destiny of your life
In the garden of your
Soul.
brings terror to
our souls; hatred of nations
bombing of the innocent
hacking into banks
spying us like an invisible
God in our homes.
Poetry is the sugar
In my tea
The balm of my soul
The mirror of your
Eyes that shows you the
Destiny of your life
In the garden of your
Soul.
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