A Poem for Poets

Originally Published June 20, 2022

Our fingers stained with ink,

shuffling pages.

Language makes sense of us.

It gives us strength.

Pulling words from street signs,

rearranging them,

forming a single thought.

Creating powerful, potent,

images, with a single word.

We illuminate ideas left in the dark.

Sounds drip from our tongues,

drinking in each syllable.

We are drunk on our own words,

addicted to our own voices.

We are poets.

Language is our lifeblood.



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