Because the Taste of Storms Feeding Tongues and Sparking Word-Lust Is Freaking Irresistible

I tasted the storm
feeding your tongue and my ink
(pure tinder and flint),
screaming, “Let’s spark words of love
hot enough to curl hate’s toes.”

 

the (not so) wee note…
– I wasn’t going to post today because… well, I’m supposed to be resting. I tried resting… but my mind kept on tapping her foot and glaring… You see, last Saturday, over on Instagram, the folks of Blackout_Poetry_Challenges, um… challenged us to blackout a piece from one of our favorite Instagram poets. I’ve always been taken by @ip_writings. So, of course, I asked her if I could. She said, “Yes you can!” And I did. Then, I stopped by the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and read Sanaa’s prompt. Dear Sanaa invites us to “pick a few words or a short line from a favorite poet” and… well, I’m a sucker for coincidences (which I’m convinced don’t exist). So, I posted the tanka you just read. Yep, that’s how my mind works. Pure madness galore.

my blackout poem

the original yumminess
(and I’m all with her, we should “brag about love… and words” always)
click on the image to delight in her poetry

47 thoughts on “Because the Taste of Storms Feeding Tongues and Sparking Word-Lust Is Freaking Irresistible

  1. Yes, let’s start a fire of love, a conflagration of compassion! I swear, your eyes catch new poetry everywhere. Because of that, we are blessed!

  2. Thank you for visiting my sister’s poem. She said she tried to comment on your blog but it didn’t work. Sorry but she’s brandnew at blogging.

    I love this poem, the heat. That line is amazing “feeding your tongue and my ink” as the passion burns its way into your poem

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