she is a prisoner to poetry
drinking in words as dark and delicious as coffee
listening to lyrical lines of joy or passion
to rhythms as soft as a breath brushing her cheek
or as fast and hard as hoof-beats
intoxicating rhymes tickle her tongue like champagne
she is a prisoner to poetry
and she need never be free
~Melanie Thomason
6/12/19
Filed under Poetry
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A prisoner? Does she get up at 3:00 a.m. and write because the lines came into her head and she is afraid they might be forgotten if she waits until the morning? πππππ
Oh, indeed that is something that occurs regularly.