We Write Poems asked us to write a poem based on this quote:
What if there were a hidden pleasure
in calling one thing
by another’s name?
He called her all things smooth and buttery
Honeysuckle, gummy-bear, syrupy
Feeding her graciously on words nectar
Always brewing, slowly pouring syllables
But his tongue dared not touch the name of hers
Never cut itself on the sharp contours
Of the edgy sounds in tune with her soul
Ragged and beautiful like truth itself
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Lovely. The last line is especially great.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Nan.ReplyDelete
Oh, my goodness!! I love this poem! The close! Beautiful ALL!ReplyDelete
"Feeding her graciously on words nectar
Always brewing, slowly pouring syllables"
Love this, too!! Excellent poem, Happy Sasha!!
Thank you Hannah, I'd recognize your smiles anywhere, even under the "unhindered" mask :-)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Oncebitten :-)ReplyDelete
Quite beautiful if ragged!ReplyDelete
Thank you for your comment, Irene!ReplyDelete