June 12, 2019 · 9:54 PM
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prisoner

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

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5 responses to “prisoner”

  1. hitandrun1964
    June 12, 2019 at 10:29 PM

    LOVE it. It’s wonderful.

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  3. davidjhopcroft
    July 6, 2019 at 2:16 AM

    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? 😊😊😊😊😊

    Reply

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