sewn mouth

there is a harvest
of phrase
(a hum,
a song,
a scream)

my be
-stung tongue.

my teeth
a cage,

my seeds are gone.
no pit,

…………….all stone.




Prompted by toads


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10 Responses to sewn mouth

  1. Love this! You do wonders with such brevity!

  2. I suspect I’ve told you this before, but I’ll say again: you are magnificent at the art of line breaks that build pure yumminess. Love how your breaks make us dance at the beat of your poem. I might spend a considerable amount of time saying to myself,
    my be
    -stung tongue.”

  3. sanaarizvi says:

    Wow!!❤️ You totally rocked the prompt, De!❤️

  4. Be-stung tongue…..Be-you-ti-ful.

  5. Kerry says:

    These images are so vivid and sparing – the message is strongly felt.

  6. Such talent.. Your ability to speak a chapter in a brevity of words is truly a gift.

  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    The last three lines bring the point home in their powerful bleakness.

  8. ManicDdaily says:

    Oh dear– terribly brutal really. The stone somehow different from pit– ubgerminating– thanks.

  9. Rommy Driks says:

    Each line has such power to it. You’ve done a great job at making a strong impression with each one.

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