Quills
These words are not locked
Within the confines of a book
They have a life
Beyond the spine
Fabricating a structure
Strong and fine as ribs
Loosed
In this language of lungs
In this language of lungs
They are wrote habit
Let fly from their cages
With nibbed barbs
Designed
To pierce your soul
To pierce your soul
Words: ©2019LCR
Image: No Claim, All Rights to Original Artist
Source: Illustrations by Miranda Meeks
Submitted to: Poet's and Storyteller's United - Writer's Pantry #2
Submitted to: Poet's and Storyteller's United - Writer's Pantry #2
What an extraordinary, and beautiful poem! I love the extended metaphor, and your word choice is excellent.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I've been sitting with this image for quite some time and the words finally found me.
DeleteAnd getting soul-pierced has never felt so right.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry always makes me think of the sorts of short stories I fall in love with--they are well paced, structure so that the reader can feel the punch (the piercing?) at the right time, and they leave the soul knowing that it was touched.
Thanks Magaly! I feel much the same about yours. I am always awed at how your words evoke such complex images. I find myself wanting to dive into them and swim to their depth.
DeleteSharp imagery. Salute
ReplyDeleteMany thanks! Salute returned!
DeleteThere is a bit of a warning wrapped in this poem. Like the sharpness.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I do try to make them a little pointed.
DeleteWords should be like this... sometimes I hope I would be able to find them too.
ReplyDeleteI quite often think it's a fluke when they hit me.
DeleteWords and poetry painted perfectly here! Words can be stunning and so is this poem Lori!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteLoved the chosen words, the originality and the message in this. Stunning writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteThere's some neat bits of layering going on in this piece, which invites me to read it again and again to see what more I can glean. The lines "They have a life/ beyond the spine" keep drawing me back.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I found myself getting lost in the lines as well.
DeleteI like this, Lori. A subtle warning, sort of sticks and stones like. Though not very appropriate here, as of late the language of the lungs has extended to some really obnoxious 'tweets' also.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lori, I appreciate those times you have come to leave comments even though I might not respond. My Sabbatical is over this week, I'd better improve. I will report on my leave, just have to make it fit into here.
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It's ok. I read more than I write. And I like to comment when I can. I hope you had a good sabbatical. It's always good to recharge.
DeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteThis is by far one of the most gorgeous poems I have ever read!💝 I love; " They have a life
ReplyDeletebeyond the spine/Fabricating a structure/Strong and fine as ribs." :)
That is very high praise as I find your work just stunning in its eloquence. Thank you ever so much.
DeleteWhat a gorgeous write! Your imagery is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you! That is so appreciated!
DeleteI am always grateful to the authors and poets who can pierce my soul with their words.
ReplyDeleteI am as well. Thank you.
Deletelanguage of lungs... love that!
ReplyDeleteYes, words are powerful – such as these words!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary!
DeleteYour words are indeed powerful
ReplyDeleteAnd yours as well. Thank you.
DeleteMy soul has been wonderfully pierced by your most wonderful words too. And I thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thanks Anna! :)
Delete"life beyond the spine" Love that. Words are so powerful. There are times we need to hear them to know them.
ReplyDeleteI'm speaking them aloud all the time. I get a different sense of them as I hear them.
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