True Red — After Flyleaf, All Around Me (a golden shovel poem)

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.

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POETIC FORM:

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)”.

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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:

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