The very backbone of a poem
is its torment and ungraciousness?
it\'s the wheels of life churning ones’ guts
from the inside and laying them on the outsides
in the gutter of each poet’s soul
then seeping ink
onto each page
gloriously sharing each image
kindly gracing each emotion
whether it\'s happy or incredibly sad
dull in memory
or as bright as the lightbulb on the ceiling
of the king’s castle
thirty feet tall
not to forget the very
dungeons of death
and life\'s sweet cherry pie
the very backbone of a poem
is the poet
and the ink she seeps from her pen
hopefully leaving her reader
with a tummy full to its rim.