Saturday, September 21, 2013

Marquis de Sade

Marquis de Sade

My arm for a quill,
My soul for a pen.
For words in a will,
For letters to friends.

A word or a phrase
What a succulent thing,
To search for and gaze,
To speak or to sing.

A written exorcism
For demons within.
Fit for all seasons,
From winter to spring.

My arm for a quill,
My soul for a pen.
My search, what a thrill,
I’ll do it again.

Some blood or some wine,
Any will do.
To write and to dine,
On words and a book.

Just give me a word,
A letter, a syllable.
Then time and some ink,
And I’ll make you a miracle

My arm for a quill,
My soul for a pen.
The ink as my tool,
And a muse for a friend.

This poem won me a first place prize in college. I still enjoy reading it from time to time. 


  1. And a muse for a friend...

    I love that, because every poet must have a muse to help set free the creativity trapped inside the soul.

    I believe passion is something we are born with, and I can see yours from where I stand.

    Beautiful words from a beautiful soul.

  2. this is beautiful and you are so confident that you can make a miracle
    :)) nice write.

    1. I'm glad you enjoy and I'm confident in the feelings I put into words. They've allowed me to connect to people around the world, and if that isn't a miracle, I don't know what is :)