Meditations on "(Poet) feed my lambs" - Wallace Stevens

I

How do the viands taste?
Falling off your tongue
Splashing
Onto the whiteness of the page,
Stains of intellectual flecks
The appetite cannot digest.

II
This hand on my shoulder encourages a
Voice in my ear to
Blow in seeds of concept
And root
In my brain
Embryonic lives war
At the mouthpiece for
Birthrites.

III

Nuture you?
What would you have from me?
A diet of stories I cannot provide,
Natured moments, strong memories
My literary mainstay-
Can you grow in my conscience?

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Biography

Marie Lecrivain is a writer/photographer living in Los Angeles. Her work has appeared on-line in Twilight Times, Electric Acorn, The Blue House, Poetry Neidengasse, Unlikely Stories, and in print in the anthology Poets of Midnight. Her chapbook, Vignettes In Motion, is distributed by Vibgyzor Press. Marie can be contacted at barberella8@yahoo.com.