Disciples by Chris Sorrenti
we understand why you make life difficult for us
it's all part of the plan
keep the poet hungry in his heart
just a few crumbs at a time
lest he gorge himself into increativity
for "a safe poet is a dead poet"
Robert Priest once said
another of your disciples
worshiping you in community halls
offering sacrificial words for his daily bread
but few buy poetry
let alone read it
save you Master
giant high above
yet like us
head in the clouds
your table overflowing
with the harvest of countless disciples
and until each his or her time to join you
just daring us to reach for that beanstalk
© 1992
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11/29/2017 Posted on 11/29/2017 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 11/30/17 at 01:28 AM Few, I think, would be really willing to climb that stalk, for fear of what they might or might not find!! |
Posted by Brian Francis on 12/01/17 at 02:53 PM Our suffering souls smolder with creativity where plenty would quench the burn. I love this piece from beginning to end. well said --bf |
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