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.
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.
This is absolutely beautiful. I love the flow. Every word is so precise. Lovely work!
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Thank you so much!! Your kind words mean a lot to me 🙂
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Love this…especially the word choice of troubadour and poet’s lips together! Well done!
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Thanks so much Donna! I couldn’t help but imagine the poet singing this song to each town he went. 🙂
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Very evocative
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What a beautiful, free flowing poem. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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