Some are born
Some are born for money and some for poetry.
Poetry is slowly cooked in casseroles,
It has a smell that makes you want more
Poetry nurses new borns
Kneels down to tie ballet shoes before a show
and paints with a long soft brush.
When you say – stock market
I hear lib-ra-ry
When you talk about pension
my wool loops on my knitting sticks
Nothing can be said when I lean on poetry.
Many seafarers, land looters
seek for it
Eventually they will realize –
no tree can thrive on a ship,
no root can take in the sea of money.
Poetry is a flower most people are allergic to
found on hill tops only a few can climb
Its bright petals open like a velvet toilet paper
rolling down the hill, falling to the bottom
wiping tears of happiness and misery
and some even use it for their bottoms...
Poetry is the best preparation for death
thus – the best life one can ever have
There is nothing you say when I lean on poetry
(As long as you, my lover, are on my lap).
Sharon Duek personal website. Coming soon in English.