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Word Birth

“A poem about writing, please, for one writer from another. ^^”


The collisions of grimy memories.
Slurping on the tides of melodies
like freshwater shaking the sea.

 

Sprung forth from dirt, words
unharrowed, unburned, begun-
pour from pens like spicy wax
coming alive with changing passion.

 

Now these poet’s words 
rest loose on rocks
ready to be splashed and cracked
open for my brave assembly.

 

My hand plunges into the black
to take what disconnects senses from sense,
which lingers on roots of tongues.
I stitch it into curtains
to decorate and encapsulate
the life that surrounds us
within our swirling existence.

 

The wooden dusk is foundation.
The heavy rhythms of old rise up
from the depths of rusted fog
whispered from the untied worlds
to caress our unbalanced.

 

To find the free words
takes only unfeathered focus
and an eye for the unseen
then the knots unlock
and words sprout stories.