Readying the Tongue

With your kiss quickening the words in my blood, I disbelieve gone days, when my mind cared not to speak through your lips. I thought you limiting and dominating, manacled by rules and devices that shied Imagination. Then I saw the Muse twisting and gasping and spasming and howling her laughter… birthing feelings with faces I didn’t know could be.

With your kiss quickening the words out of my flesh and bone, I can’t see my days without you… giving shape to the storm and calm, dancing in the pits of my all—

under fire and ice,
hot springs cleanse and soothe the heart…
readying the tongue
to birth poems, the soul needs
stewed living and open minds

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the wee notes…
– I haven’t loved poetry for very long. If you’ve been reading me for some time, you might remember days when I shouted my hatred of poetry into the world. Now, I think of those outbursts, and I can’t believe they came out of me. Storytelling remains my first love. But poetry has claimed a chunk of my heart that is just as huge. I feel lucky, lucky, lucky…
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Tuesday Platform).


“Duality”, by Patricia Ariel

43 thoughts on “Readying the Tongue

  1. With your kiss quickening the words out of my flesh and bone, I can’t see my days without you… giving shape to the storm and calm, dancing in the pits of my all—

    Whistles!!!❤️💜 My goodness this is good! Its like a treasure trove waiting to be explored Magaly 😀 my absolute favourite from you! Beautifully penned!❤️💜

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. I often wonder why I write poetry.. It seems to have no earthly use.. but as you say the tongue births them. It is a process or side effect of thinking.

    🙂

  3. Such beauty in the ponderings of poetry & what is means to us, how our feelings with it and in it change. What a treat for any who read your work that you have fallen into poetry’s clutches — may it keep you, but not bind you. Love the image, love the poem. Thanks for sharing Magaly.

  4. I like the word “manacled” and it’s not a word that’s part of my active vocabulary. I mean, i know what it means, but it would never pop into my head to use.

    Which might be good, I guess. I mean, it’s rarely used in a positive sense…

    Love the Patricia Ariel picture, too!

  5. It’s amazing how we finally grow to be more ourselves by trying out something that seems completely alien to us at first glance. I’m very glad you decided to experiment with this art form, both for the poetry you produce and the way it strengthens your prose.

  6. Poetry is a fairly recent love of mine as well (actually about the same age as my blog)… I do love myself some prose and some storytelling as well… I feel that words can kiss me (thank for that)

  7. Hated Poetry??? No you just spurned it for a while… until by sheer force, it’s magic seduced you… and you embraced, danced, & birthed it’s offspring 😉

  8. I always thought you were a poetry Diva ! I never knew it was sprung up one day and cultivated. The last lines of stewing and open minds is my favorite.

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