Not words

For dverse. Still pondering this question.

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Not words

a poem is fragments of frost

and wave-washed glass

image of sun on water tasting of spring

in rills running through new grass

wild garlic buttoned with daisies

earth shapes poems with worm casts

intricate mounds snuffled and scuffled in night dark

eyes caught in a flashlight turning away

a poem is stars

glitter sparking off iron-cored rocks

taste of iode sea-spume kelp draped Victorian crêpe

redolent of storm wreckage from the dolphin-deep sea.

Poems feel like silken threads falling

through summer air feathered and trilled with song

winging soaring falling falcon-fast

into a thought tentatively reverently

painted onto a page.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

36 thoughts on “Not words”

  1. This is absolutely stunning! 💝 I love; “Poems feel like silken threads falling through summer air feathered and trilled with song.” 😀

      1. Thank you for saying that. It’s what I was hoping for. It’s a failing of a lot of us wannabe poets that we think adding more words makes an image better. I think it’s the contrary.

    1. I’m pleased you like this. I was reading some poetry yesterday that made me wonder about the use of words in poetry. The poet used unnecessarily convoluted phrases with archaisms to sound more poetic, trying too hard. And I realised that what was wrong with the poem was that it was all words and nothing but words.

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