I collect words
they smell of coconut oil and thyme
I soak them in water
warm as silent ocean, soft as clouds
Some of them swim to the
blue map, ringing of certainty
But some of them gnaw
on my insides, growing eyes
Lidded with petals & loops
raising questions & veins of wants
I breathe the tissue of my darkness
reeling in/out of my every heartbeat
Come out of my mouth
before the year grows old with snow-
Posted for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Toni (Kanzensakura) ~ A second offering for Lillian's prompt. hanks for your visit.
Words that grow eyes and smell of coconut and thyme.. so beautiful!
ReplyDelete'I breathe the tissue of my darkness reeling in/out of my every heartbeat' this is so potent!
ReplyDeleteThis starts so gently and accelerates, then draws back - I enjoyed the rhythm of the words (not just the smell and taste and movement...!).
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Grace! The words ebb, flow, smell - they are tangible! I love the lines:
ReplyDelete'Some of them swim to the
blue map, ringing of certainty'
and
'Come out of my mouth
before the year grows old with snow'.
Words do have a life of their own and evoke all the senses. Lovely sensual poem.
ReplyDeleteO Grace, your beautiful words made me sigh with pleasure. Such a wonderful write.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Love words growing like this... the senses erupting before the aging of winter... love it.
ReplyDeleteyou have captured the power of words...some of them so beautiful...others definitely "gnaw on our insides"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, I especially love 'I soak them in water
ReplyDeletewarm as silent ocean, soft as clouds'
I like how you have tended them and brought them alive. Beautiful. XX
ReplyDeleteCan sure bring a life all to themselves, preferably without snow.
ReplyDeleteYour words express the heart of this image so well!
ReplyDeleteI like how you give words a life and personality. The words arent just things. They are living. Some make you ache, some are playful, some are on a journey themselves.
ReplyDeleteI think the breathing in and out the tissue of your darkness line is the most evocative
To me
I love the physical properties that you have imbued words with ... so evocative and expressive.
ReplyDeleteLike the labor pains of delivering words. A labor of love really. So well written.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of the collection of words that should eventually come out of one's mouth.
ReplyDeleteSnow is coming :D I like how your poem teanscends gradually, and finally reaches its peak with winter.
ReplyDelete"I breathe the tissue of my darkness
ReplyDeletereeling in/out of my every heartbeat "...Wow!!!
You speak of words...something we all love...they will come, before the snow...and we will find there is no end to them...they will continue to come until we grow old...and even then...perhaps they will continue...until the last dying breath.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. There is a sort of aching tenderness here.
ReplyDeleteAn invitation to freedom! Isn't that what you want, words? When I was younger I remember a thought that haunted me for a long time: what if I die before saying everything I needed to say?
ReplyDeleteI love the way you speak to your words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Grace, just beautiful.
ReplyDeletePat
I love this!!!! the lines that espcially ring true for me
ReplyDelete"I collect words
they smell of coconut oil and thyme"
"But some of them gnaw
on my insides, growing eyes"
I can taste your words, holding them, feeling them bite, letting them free. just love this.
This is truly amazing! And so apt for the picture prompt.
ReplyDeleteI felt words sort of swirling around me reading this. Really nice.
ReplyDeleteLove the expressions of your contradictions in which your words seep and eventually spill out.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you write about words and poetry itself a lot. It shows a passion.
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