Poetry Sunday (08)

This is a fabulous new blog feature here at Eli to the nth!  Thanks to Genna from Reading, Writing, and the World of Words, who created this awesome feature and gave me the permission to host it here, as well as, use her cute graphic!  Poetry is one of my passions, but I have yet to share it here.  So this feature gives me the perfect opportunity to do so!

I had the awesome opportunity to win Genna's, at Reading, Writing, and the World of Words, Poetry Magazine giveaway.  Poetry is an awesome magazine full of awesome poetry!  I'm going to share one of my favorite poems from the magazine.

What’s Left
by W.S. Di Piero

How often now, raging weeping for the days
love gives then takes away, takes from you
the slightly chapped hand laid on the one
you’re pointing at a tree, and the voice
that breathes coffeeberry bush into your mouth.
The finger that taps and feathers your ear
but the giggle’s gone before you turn around.
The sandalwood scent hanging in the room,
the auburn strand like a flaw in the carpet.
The days eat into your stomach, knife you
with longing for relief from love
that you cannot leave or leave alone,
from its rings of fire where you won’t
burn down to ash or be transformed.
You become them, and they keep burning
and have a coffeeberry voice.
          Listen how
                    their rhymes sing
                             the little deaths you live.

Hope you like the poem.  Check out Genna's blog: Reading, Writing and the World of Words and check out Poetry magazine.

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