Feast Upon Your Words
Greetings, all you literary
ghosts,
haunting old reams like
attentive hosts.
What secrets will you reveal
tonight,
or magic wish will you bring
to light?
Adventure appeals to every
age,
as stories flow from the written
page.
Will you sail a pirate ship
with me,
our hearts consumed by love
of the sea?
Perhaps instead we will chart
the stars,
or peruse old scrolls stored
in clay jars.
And turn snips of
exaggeration,
into tales of imagination.
For it's your subtle wisdom I
find
wafting into my subconscious
mind.
Feed me lines of hope, heroes
and nerds,
for I wish to feast upon your
words.
Emile Pinet was born in a
small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen
children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional
family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a
loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature,
which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66
years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35. The ideas started
to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and
express himself through his poetry.
Dear Emile,
ReplyDeleteYou've given your Whispers' family an fresh appetizer AND the main course! I'm satisfied but did not overeat.
Thank you,
Michael
Thank you Michael,bon appétit my friend, Emile.
DeleteI love this! Very creative and I love the flow to it. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Stacy, I truly appreciate your comments, Emile.
DeleteEmile,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed "Feast Upon Your Words." Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Thanks so much Maurice, your comments are most welcomed, Emile.
DeleteWhat a joy to read, it raises memories as well as tells a story - thank you
ReplyDeleteThanks so Annie, your comments are a welcomed treat, Emile.
DeleteGreat thoughts Emile. When we feast upon our words we grow, teaching us what we all must know. With one another we will chart the stars, Change ourselves and the world with all that weve become and now ares. I love reading your writings.
ReplyDeleteYancy