Passion Defined ©

Poem by Cici

I write to live

I live to write

My life and my words

are thus entwined.

Speak not to me of

scented verses,

‘lest you have lived

those perfumed rhymes.

For my very prose,

is lyric’ly sweet,

brought fourth on notes

mellifluous.

Cast not your eyes

askance

as though I merit not

your notice.

But a season hence

wait,

just wait and see.

My words will find you

and ensnare your ears.

As with any bard who’s

worth his quill,

I’ll weave my odes

‘til my fingers bleed.

So one day,

I know not when,

you’ll wake with them

upon your tongue.

Scorched in your head –

And you will know

the utter power of my words.