I have the writer’s luxury of words (my
body is a thesaurus) and my tongue
drips with vocabulary like a child dances
— with complete abandon. No hiding behind
the expectations in my imagination. My
poet’s fingers paint love upon these lips
before I speak. I promise will ever search for
the perfect shade, and always be kissing you.
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a luxury poem.
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