I heard a traveling troubadour

sing a song

of the poets lips

that kissed words

into existence and

tasted like phrases of

love

he sang of the meter

and rhymes that

budded from the poets

mouth

and how the lips of this poet brought life

to his heart

Oh how the troubadour

longed to hear from the

poet

how he longed to hear

her voice

Oh for a love, this

poets lips were a curse

to the listener who had

given his soul to

her words.

Finding only solace

in singing

his songs.

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This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination. This prompt was “poets lips”. Be sure to check out the challenge every Tuesday! Photo by @raduflorin  on Unsplash.

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.