bookslept, she's
wordblasted
late and soon,
she's sung out,
too waterworded,
poemhardened,
still lochlost,
laketorn,
reading a word's
worth in a night;
wolfraised,
rough-gnawn
(fangs/doubts)
gnawing the paper
behind the words;
Listeneise,
sordid boon--
a wasted power,
laying waste
the words,
the lakeworth
words. the ones
she reads,
the tarn-ished
words, the
stillworth knowing.
Susan S Keiser, USA
Susan S. Keiser is a writer/editor living in Key West Florida. Her work has been published in a number of journals, including SpokenWar, Carcinogenic Poetry, Orion headless, The Camel Saloon and Right Hand Pointing.
ReplyDeleteI've come back to this poem several times over the last few days. I keep finding new things to like, new things to marvel.
ReplyDeleteI also keep coming back to this one. It's a wonderful read.
ReplyDeleteTerrific! Love the words, rhythm and flow - well worth a dozen re-reads.
ReplyDeletewordblasted and waterworded...love it! I've got a few projects going, so this hits me where I need it. Thanks for writing...I too will re-read.
ReplyDeleteGreat invention; particularly liked lochlost.
ReplyDeleteWonderful words.. i loved all of them..
ReplyDeleteWoW! what a brilliant masterpiece.=D
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