So I am looking at some of my older poetry that I didn't really think was very good. And now I just don't know what to think one way or another.
Tell me what you think of this one.
Merge
I fall in love with every poet I meet.
I don't know how to say no
when your words know me that way.
I am set in motion
by the strong legs your verses give me,
on the feet of your iambs and trochees,
like a music box ballerina wound up,
involuntary,
moving with no intent of my own.
I do not know how to speak to you
in your own language. I am
a novice--I still pronounce all my syllables.
But I listen, as if I could absorb
each beat, each word
--shed this body of matter and
become a note, a timbre in your voice,
enter into your song --
as if knowing the made me someone other
than who I was born as if
through your words
we could become one new
person in our two separate bodies.
Surrealist Doodle
Wednesday, February 01, 2017
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