Today's prompt was to write a poem addressing a poem or poetry in general, perhaps interrogating our own style of writing or relationship to poetry.
Dear Poetry
How light-handed you are,
sieving moonlight
through timbre of rhythm,
and rivulets of thoughts
that flow like quicksilver.
Charged ions of emotion
in every rush, every trickle, every line,
every decibal drop.
How you translate so eloquently
the hieroglyphics of the heart
made indecipherable by doubt.
Blue true source of life,
alchemy of ink and paper.
How you reveal wonder
in a whimsical flutter,
wisdom in words
that draw from the inner well,
each brimming sip
a salve, a sensation,
an invitation to being.
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