Wordsmith's Diet
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Are we not all with voracious appetite, some with different means of satiation than others?
Monday, April 15, 2013
A Wordsmith's Diet
by Odin Roark
The thirst hour
Where dark caramel movement
Swirls its spell among icy shards
As today and yesterday's memories
Wait to cut loose their syllabic flotsam
Ink's endless search
For shoreline discovery
Just as Time knows so well opportunity
So too imagination refuses confinement
Remembering primitive grunts
Vernacular's ancient primate sounds
Made legible by centuries' evolving accent
Rhythm
Pitch
Tempo
Until
Symbols simmered themselves into words
Offered snacks for tweets
Sumptuous main courses for tomes
Desserts for savory genre sweets
Aperitifs for poetic thought
Such teasing
For creation's palate
Only ups the appetite
For lexiconic feasting
To understand life's metaphoric appetite
Is to be not frightened
Even as I eat you to live
Your poem is right, we have a smorgasbord of words to write poems with, growing all the time.
Ron
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