Oracle Of Fire

By Pamela Ibarra

Poets are oracles of the divine,

warriors of humankind

the original prophets,

reciting history, law, and ritual.

We become enchanters,

letting the rhythm of words flow...

flow… flow...

like wind caressing ancient trees,

like the cascading rush of a stream not far.

You cannot be a poet without rebellion

in your blood,

without fire in your soul,

without the beautiful delusion

of a better world.

I will keep bleeding into my pain.

I will keep screaming,

even if it's in vain.

May my voice —

my words —

cause ripples among the realms.

By Pamela Ibarra