POETRY – THE OPEN WINDOW INTO MY SOUL

Narcissist mirror reflex my soul
The protagonist –
me –
Hiding behind poetry
With flowing cloak of chivalry –
Glowing words that aspire to be heard
That smothers the sensory
A string of ragtag words bonded together –
Dressed with flowery words –
Fine tune words – all prettied-up –
Belt-out those ditties –
Illusions from depth of my soul

There is – the pretentious critic –
Assassins of poetry –
Eviscerates my poem with its lashing tongue
Spitting out bones – stones – bits and pieces –
Entails of my maudlin soul exposed –
Bruising my fragile ego –
Hung-out to be dried – fried - pried

In darkest corner –
The receptacle of my soul –
Where my psychosis hang-out –
An area I shun to transgress
Guilt ridden store house
Of faulty decisions
That sorely needs revision
And rife with indecisions –
MY DOMICILE

Poetry – opens the window to my psyche
Purge the opprobrium from my soul
Into this poem
exit darkside –
into the BRIGHTSIDE –
MY CATHARSIS – and UNCTION –
Resurrecting my recalcitrant soul
Poetry – The Open Window Into My Soul

Raymond Chow - Aug 7 2008