Friday, September 30, 2011

My Poet Woke Up


My Poet Woke Up


My poet woke up
to the vibration
of the first words
in my throat,
the exotic familiar
taste on my tongue.
I see words strung together
in a series of sacred moments,
I want to build a temple for them.



Word of the Day: detritus. (n) 1. debris 2. rock fragments

8 comments:

  1. Hopefully the poet stays awake as we build temples for them. I like these lines:

    the exotic familiar
    taste on my tongue.

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  2. Awaken, O Poet! Awaken and greet the new day!

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  3. nice...build that temple...very cool verse...the exotic familiar taste...smiles.

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  4. hmmm - the vibration of words in the throat....nice...i can feel this..

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  5. Sounds like inspiration just hit you. Well written. Loved it.

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  6. That was fantastic! I feel like writing tonight.

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