Poetry is meant to be heard
words rolled in your mouth
like vintage spirits
phrases held to the light
as you would a transparent gem
Longfellow showed us how words prance
he parts the thicket to the shimmering world beyond

Plath gave us other worlds
conversations with her muses
tangled ropes of introspection
familiar as the warmth of our own beds
Harjo translates songs of sky and earth
circles us like eagles over the land
folk ballads place at our feet
even as we sit in some chair
in our quiet house
alone
Read poetry with your voice
let your whole being into the cadence
these are the songs drawn from the well
of all of us
#napowrimo
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