A poem is
A cloud of sounds
Coalesced
Stretched
Woven
Leashed
Unleashed onto
An unexpecting world of ho hum
Into the hands of children
Dripping with ice cream
And suppressed screams
Finding finger holds in hearts and minds
Breaking barriers open
Leaking into cells
Arching, reaching, pulling, weeping
Taffy letters into wordy words
In a rhythm known and ancient
Delighting, amusing, confusing
Anyone willing to listen
@philosopherbonnie 7/15/22
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Philosopher Bonnie
@philosopherbonnie is writing wordy words from taffy letters for her own amusement. Non-binary, she/her pronouns, Gen X vibes. Follow me for laughs, thinks, wordy words, rants, wishes, dreams, visions, and the occasional recipe.
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Beautiful!
I loved the line about the rhythm both known and ancient. This was a very beautiful poem. I loved it!