Every now and then a hunger is satisfied! |
I devoured a poem today. Some, I have sipped and let words swirl around my mind. Today, I inhaled as one would the scent of wood smoke on the morning breeze, or bacon or even that sweet, sassy smell of cotton candy. That explosion of a first bite of summer-fresh watermelon. I wasn't dainty, I didn't nibble a synonym here, a metaphor there - no, I, as if starving, manners flung to the wayside, dove in, chewed with my mouth open and swallowed whole . Words flavored with exotic spices melded with phrases born from a secret heart. Left no crumb unread, no crusted word uneaten I licked the page clean. This. This is what a poem should do. Even as it is consumed, it should consume the reader. Then, I went back for seconds-- needing, wanting the more of it. I needed to savor the layered nuances, let phrasings slide along my tongue, hear the words take flight and watch them dance across the ceiling. And yet, once again, the refrain of it touching some misplaced corner in my mind I hadn't known I'd lost and bringing it, dusty, cob-webbed out into the light; the poem polishing it bright again. The poet, an evolving creature, has phoenix wings and a child's soul. With words that caress, and others carrying the force of a breached dam, she sees her words physically, plays with them and sets them free to entangle in our emotions, pull at heartstrings or snap one's attention front and center. Reading the words made my heart smile, ran rampant, resurfacing throughout my day -- catching me off-guard and surprising me once again. |