A POET WHO SINGS by Daphne Ampire

I wish I was potter then I could clay you out and breath at last…
coz permanently I would put you in the image of a vessel and only breath you in when I truely must..
Instead I’m a writer,
I pen you in and filll you in with ink,
Design you in my mind and you’re forever burned in my subconcious…

I’m a poet and I mutter you to a riddle…
recite your wonder in my sleep
I obbsess about your hair,your eyes , you number…
cruely wrill my heart in, she plays and won’t want to stop…
I coin natures of you and set them on the stage of my reality…

I am a singer,..
I wail of wells of boundless, bottomless, love
that sends me to panic state
as I whip my hair, back forth…
I tune you to my cord and play the spelling of your name, backwards and forward..
I wake myself in the night…
clear mountains and strain throats…
Honey you up ,coz baibe…

its like love only worse…
I keep trying even when I’m sure you’re not looking…
I wish you would get it…
no wonder artists are deemed crazy…
crazy, in hot expression of every strand in the string of every ounce of emotion I have towards you.
LOVE.

Author: Open Mic

Open Mic Uganda is a company that presents people with a platform that promotes poetry, spoken word and related art forms. It encourages the enhancement of poetry as a recognized art form that can be used as a tool for education, communication and entertainment.