I like my poetry like…
A wine, bitter but honest.
A bread, leavened.
A meditation with your eyes open.
A prayer with closed lips.
A confession disclosed.
And if I speak of poetry
like some speak of religion,
please understand…
there was a time when
poetry was the only way
I could commune with God.
It was my silent amen.

//Religion
//Collette Kristevski, 4/2/2019