to you dear poets

by hiraeth   Aug 14, 2017

your verses are stringed together
like faerie-lights.
childishly, i trace the wire,
admiring each shining word,
wondering where the roots
of your poem came from:

are your soils nutrient rich,
and by that I mean,
are your words beautiful
because they managed
to germinate in the nooks
and crannies of the palms
of your hands that managed
to stay soft in a callous world?

is it because your tongue
was coated in syrup from
birth, so every stirring word
that rises from your chest
swirls in honey, exiting you
with purpose and poise?

or is it because when you took
your first breath,
the air was inundated with poetry,
scarring your tiny lungs
to breathe poems all the time?

is that why i can spend hours
listening to your heart beating?

is that why I can see poems
gently (sometimes violently)
birthing in the
irises of your eyes?


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  • 1 month ago

    by Britt

    Judging comment: This is the stuff. I wish I had words and I so desperately want to give this poem the proper comment but every time I pick apart and piece through, I only feel like I can 'breathe'. An ode to fellow poets, those of us who get one another even if we truly don't, in that longing desire and understanding. The nooks and crannies of the palms - so tender and gentle yet fierce. I loved every single bit of this poem, and hope it gets highlighted on the front page for everyone to see. Beautiful, beautiful stuff.

  • 1 month ago

    by Justen Smith

    Absolutely love this. I'm lost for words which is Ironic.

  • 2 months ago

    by Lemon Squeezy

    This is a well crafted poem! Most definitely deserving of the win that it earned! Incredible job!!

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations on your win.

  • 2 months ago

    by Lucifer

    Congratulations senyru.

    The most deserving one.

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