{"id":4549,"date":"2013-02-26T16:03:21","date_gmt":"2013-02-27T00:03:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=4549"},"modified":"2013-02-26T16:03:21","modified_gmt":"2013-02-27T00:03:21","slug":"ravenous-reading-a-tear-for-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2013\/ravenous-reading-a-tear-for-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Ravenous Reading (A Tear for Poetry)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I always cry when I read poetry.<br \/>\n<em>Oh, you must read very sad poems then.<\/em><br \/>\nNo, I just forget to blink or maybe I am afraid-<br \/>\nIn case a word slips away like a ship into the sunset<br \/>\nThat can never be returned if lost at sea,<br \/>\nOr a love note burned so that it will never be seen.<\/p>\n<p>You see poetry is elusive,<br \/>\nAnd we must keep a wary eye upon it at all times.<br \/>\nThis watchful gaze cannot be pried from the page-<br \/>\nJust incase a word tries to escape,<br \/>\nLike a fox willing to bite off its foot for freedom<br \/>\nYou see, I am diligent in my reading, like a hunter in wait.<\/p>\n<p>My eyes water as they scan each new line,<br \/>\nConsuming each string of words<br \/>\nLike a wolf with a hunger that doesn\u2019t die<br \/>\nMaw agape and body ready to be filled;<br \/>\nYou see I have a mind that hungers<br \/>\nLike a wolf\u2019s stomach that howls for more.<\/p>\n<p>So those tears are not courted from sadness,<br \/>\nBut ravenous hunger that twists my smile<br \/>\nInto a lip licking sneer of a grin<br \/>\nAs the words on the page<br \/>\nFill the spaces behind my retinas,<br \/>\nLike bones stuck in barred teeth.<\/p>\n<p>Later they will come forth like a parade<br \/>\nOf parables to march before my mind;<br \/>\nThis funeral procession of devoured words<br \/>\nStreams down my eyes like cold winter rain<br \/>\nAfter my eyes and mind have been full to the brim<br \/>\nAnd can hold them inside any more.<\/p>\n<p>These tears roll down my cheeks like inevitably overflowing<br \/>\nRain gutters, filled with words to heavy to remain confined<br \/>\nBy the constrains of the brain I tried to devise;<br \/>\nSo they drip from my eyes to the page again<br \/>\nThese black inky puddles, the mistaken inkblots<br \/>\nOf a clumsy uncultured hand holding a calligraphy pen.<\/p>\n<p>Taking from the stains of liquid reinvention,<br \/>\nThis taint becomes the blood from which we begin again.<br \/>\nDip the pen and scratch the etchings of new lines,<br \/>\nStringing words along only to be re-devoured<br \/>\nBy the next pair of ravenous eyes<br \/>\nOnly to be written again by craving hands.<\/p>\n<p>You see my eyes are burning again,<br \/>\nStarving for the page, striving for the game<br \/>\nThe rumble of empty minds has shaken the foundation of me<br \/>\nThese tears are not for the poetry, but the loss<br \/>\nOf who I used to be<br \/>\nBefore the words on the page became all I could see.<\/p>\n<p>Now the tears have blurred my vision,<br \/>\nAnd the poetry has become blindness to me<br \/>\nNow all the words escape and the cascade of poetry<br \/>\nFrom me has stained the page making an illegible craze;<br \/>\nMy attempt at diligence has lost me the essence<br \/>\nOf the words I clung so desperately to.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I should read some sad poetry,<br \/>\nHave a good cry,<br \/>\nAnd cleanse the old from my body,<br \/>\nNot fear the final loss of words,<br \/>\nAs the funeral procession proceeds without me<br \/>\nMaybe when I am left behind, I can finally begin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I always cry when I read poetry. Oh, you must read very sad poems then. No, I just forget to blink or maybe I am afraid- In case a word slips away like a ship into the sunset That can never be returned if lost at sea, Or a love note burned so that it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[459,2042,2044,1259,2319,2043,1511,2045,165,223,278],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4549"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4549"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4549\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4550,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4549\/revisions\/4550"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4549"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4549"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4549"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}