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
Hopefully the poet stays awake as we build temples for them. I like these lines:
ReplyDeletethe exotic familiar
taste on my tongue.
Awaken, O Poet! Awaken and greet the new day!
ReplyDeletenice...build that temple...very cool verse...the exotic familiar taste...smiles.
ReplyDeletehmmm - the vibration of words in the throat....nice...i can feel this..
ReplyDeleteoooh...idols ...wow...Good write!
ReplyDeleteSounds like inspiration just hit you. Well written. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThat was fantastic! I feel like writing tonight.
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