As poet surgeon my hand
holds pen-like scalpel.
It perform surgery
carefully cutting away words
that don't fit body of verse.
Sometimes I cut away
old membranes of thoughts
limiting mobility.
Other times I shape a new concept
into a brains membrane.
Words, like sutures are sewn
bringing new consciousness
to patent/reader.
I am a surgeon with services
at no cost just ones time
and willingness to
open heart
to heal
and be healthy.
Medicine for fast recovery,
many doses of self love
and patience.
StarBG © 2017
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
As poet surgeon my hand
holds pen-like scalpel.
It perform surgery
carefully cutting away words
that don't fit body of verse.
Sometimes I cut away
old membranes of thoughts
limiting mobility.
Other times I shape a new concept
into a brains membrane.
Words, like sutures are sewn
bringing new consciousness
to patent/reader.
I am a surgeon with services
at no cost just ones time
and willingness to
open heart
to heal
and be healthy.
Medicine for fast recovery,
many doses of self love
and patience.
StarBG © 2017
Inspired again by Francine Lynch
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