My Verse is My Vice


That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”
― Walt Whitman


My verse is my vice
for my words sprawl
like a gutter drunk
speaking unintended truth
thru the heartache of blurred vision.
Such tricksy a thing is language
and so easily misconstrued.
yet still I’ll contribute
poetry for play
and spectate all the while
for there is magic here
and power for those who wish it.
Roles taken on
to catch kings’ consciousness
and to fill beggar’s bowls
We, stars all, shine brightly
in our flight across the stage;
joyful even in our misery.
Intermission is over
and a new act begins.
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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