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THE POETRY BUG by Vrinda Aguilera

Have you heard that there is a virus going around? 

It's characterized by a general state of distracted listlessness, feverish preoccupation with reading and/or writing and, worst of all, it's highly addictive. It's serious, folks, and there are no inoculations to protect you from it. It's called the 'poetry bug' and once you are bitten, it's the beginning of the end. So, you may want to be on guard and watch out for those meditative moments in nature or any other conditions that may bring about uncontainable urges of creative expression.

The Poetry Bug
by Vrinda Aguilera

Once you are bitten by the poetry bug
You will never be the same
Gone are the quiet moments of solitude and mental serenity
If they ever did exist
Replaced, instead, by a viral swarms of disembodied words
Thoughts, prose, phrases

Lyrical pods of winged word birds 
Swoop, flock and dive in the corner-less skies of your mind 
Their buzzing, humming, and chirping burns in your ear drums
They sing their black throated swallow soliloquies 
Their pearly grey feathered, plump mourning dove ditties

Once you are pierced with the addictive needle of prose 
You will never be the same
Your veins will pulse and jolt with the electric infusion of 
Zippity zappity words! 
Seducing you, inducing you 
Into a  fever stricken state 
Sighing and pinging, singing through your capillaries
Like indie 500 race cars speeding around the track
Alive! 

Once you are seduced by the verve of verse
Your heart will never be the same
For who can compete with the 
Mesmerizing, all encompassing 
Smoke smitten, romance dizzyingly, cliff hanging, gravity defying 
Low ditch lying, enthralling ups and downs affair 
With words. 

So, if I ever get that far off glazed, starry eyed look 
Know that I'm not ignoring you, 
Dismissing you, 
Dissing you

My mind is racing and immersed in a far off internal 
Right here, 
Right now 
Film screen that's rolling and moving in my mind
Of lush and verdant green, steamy Amazonian jungles 
Replete with lemur laden, thick snaky roped vines... 
Huh? Oh, yes, the poetry bug!
Once you are bitten.



Vrinda Aguilera is a Montessori trained primary school teacher, an intuitive energy healer, a closet poet, and practitioner of bhakti-yoga. She is passionate about supporting women on their spiritual journey and is an experienced life-coach. She lives in rural Florida with her husband and three children where she blossoms in the experience of mothering. You may connect with her by e-mailing her at: vrinda.aguilera@gmail.com








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