Poetry appreciation poem

A poet struck the side of my head
with her verse and wash of words

I don’t know what that poem was about —
flowers maybe, or love or sinuous dancing
but those words swirl
and hang above me
and careen down
glancing my brow
and doubling back
to slam into my skull
sinking deep into the side of my head

(the side that controls who-knows-what)

I suddenly lift my head
like a dog sniffing distant game —
jump up and move quickly
down the stairs
to the machine
to type
this

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~ by bracketbracket on April 29, 2012.

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