Member Poem

In order to play lyricist
Like a game of chess
You need a strategy that
Bleeds memories and
Purges the ethereal soul
Of its demons, fears, and
Hesitations as they hamper
Even the best of exorcists
 
And make sure to exorcise
Through poetic exercise that
Rings out the soul in melodious
Cacophony and chimes a triangle
Of hope, understanding, and
Raw reflection; a dance with lascivious 
Passion and a sprint
with modest
Rumination
To lift the
Weights off your back
And build the muscle
Of your soul
 
For even an exorcism most mellifluous
Requires an introspection, most meticulous

First appeared in Indigo Rising Magazine