I like to swallow books whole.
One gulp.
If they take too much chewing,
I spit them out until I have
Time to devour them.
Once swallowed, I let them
Rumble around a bit,
Settling and digesting and absorbing.
Then I go back.
I chew slow, deliberate mouthfuls.
The words unravel to reveal
A masterpiece,
Slowly responding to the
Humanity
In us all—the very magnificent
And mundane
That make us morals.
The words dangle, ready
To be plucked delicately and
Appreciated for the indulgences they are.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Digestion
I have been waxing poetic of late. Here is a fun one...
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Please feel free to give me constructive criticism for this poem since it still seems a bit unpolished to me!
Wow, I am impressed! I love that you are posting some of your work!!
PS . . . I love your book list on your homepage too! Keep adding to it as you come up with more. I got lots of fun new books to read at Mom's yesterday. Yea, for Mom and books!! She keeps me going.
Humanity? I find this a bit ambiguous... and think up until this point there is a nice flow... and I feel reeled until the poem transitions from statements about yourself into statements about people... I would love to see the last part reworked.
Yours truly,
stanlyford
Stanford, I forgot you are also a poet!! Thank you for the fresh eyes. I will work on it. There is something, however, about reading that does connect me to more than simply the privacy of my rocking chair... it was that that I wanted to capture, although I don't quite feel I have yet.
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