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?
~Rae Armantrout
"Untouched"
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.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nan.
ReplyDeleteOh, 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 :-)
ReplyDeleteStunning!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Oncebitten :-)
ReplyDeleteQuite beautiful if ragged!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment, Irene!
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