Monday, December 28, 2015

Growing with Words


writing struck me

though jolted to the ground
I rise steadily enough

find my two feet bolstered
by toes of words

throngs of rhymes
holding my knees steady

Thighs that rest
on the rhythm of prose

hips telling stories
tummy tales of gastronomic adventures

semi-colons lining my colon
ideas digested to be thrown out

heart breaks nestled in periods and commas
shoulders weary from heavy paragraphs

lumps in my throat swallowing criticism
eyes noticing patterns

fingers gliding to create verse
and muscles holding it all

Three hundred days of writing
on and with my body, and mind that grows

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