We are revamping our writer's group and, while I do not profess to enjoy writing poetry often, or claim I am any dang good at it, here goes the one I wrote for the meeting. I had writer's block and sat here for hours, literally.
"Venerable Potion"
I removed the cap
Not knowing what was inside
At first I wasn’t sure
But then began to wonder ---
As sweet liquid glazed my tongue:
Flowers grew on hardened stalks
Reaching for my heavy heart
And out of the dank, din tune of reality
Crept an unexpected dream
Of mountain peaks brushed with snow,
Steaming rivers ever clear ---
Mounds of grass upon the shores
Where bee stings feel like ecstasy
---Pulse-quick poison to arouse.
A myriad of writhing plants
Reach out like desperate hands.
With time I come to realize
It’s not a lucid potion
Soothing, yet exciting within one breath,
But words I’m hearing
Pristine genius flowing free
That turns my senses on.