April 17, 2009

"Manifesto" by Geoffrey Philp

This is why I write.
Because of salt on the lips of the dead,
The bitter grunts of lovers in my head,

A moon blinded by mist, egrets in flight,
Forgotten ancestors by whose words I am fed.
This is why I write.

To awaken drenched by the dew of night
Blooming cereus that releases from my throat the dread
Song in my chest for the journey ahead.
This is why I write.


Stephen A. Bess said...

Love it! Bravo! "Song in my chest..."

Geoffrey Philp said...

Stephen, this was one of those poems that I really loved writing.

Have a great weekend!

clarabella said...

Niecly, nicley, wid de "Manifesto", Mr Poet Man. Good to have you back. Have a great weekend. 1Love.

Rethabile said...

And this is why we read you. Wishing you a good weekend.

Geoffrey Philp said...

Thanks, Rethabile.

My author's copies of Who's Your Daddy? came in today!

Happy, happy, joy, joy!