How strange, these words, so still and pale, lined up so straight
like lexical dancers intent on a single thing:
to bounce their lettered beauty into the naked world.
Lines, vigorous or drowsy or ambiguous poke and prod and woo some response.
Delight or Joy?
Curiosity or Fear?
Anger or Pity?
The words trip and whirl, spit and spew, thrust and weave
engrossing the reader in the perfect, nuanced phrase –
that opens the door.
4 thoughts on “Reading poetry”
The perfect lexical joust! Nice…
“Lexical joust”, crap, I wished I’d used that. It’s even better!
Rewrite? 🙂 No piece is ever truly finished, is it?
Good writing is always in transit, on a journey so to speak.