WE ALL ARE
we all are poets.
we each sing our own tune...
comes up through the blood,
pulses in the soles of our feet,
shimmies up our arms and limbs,
spangles along the byways of our
arteries,
we all are poets, if we let ourselves be
so,
we all sing, each to our own and all tune
and tunes,
we all sing songs each day, the spine
tingles we sing
earlobes prickle, we are saxophones tin
drums xylophones
and trombones we are guitars strum and
headlong rush
of blood into the beating of the wood
brush fog
we each taste and choose and lick and
ponder
we all are poets - we all wonder.
I feel responsible... thank you.
ReplyDeleteit always amazes me how a simple trigger, or 'kicker line' as poet friend George Wallace calls them, does kick off a train of energy, thoughts, words, ideas... one reason why I love running creative writing workshops, the never-ending stream of the imagination is exciting!
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