I lay the paper on my tongue
and let the ink sink
into taste buds
so that I can recall
the poems when the need is dear
and the light is gone.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
I lay the paper on my tongue
and let the ink sink
into taste buds
so that I can recall
the poems when the need is dear
and the light is gone.
I've been storing up poems in my mind for a long time. I think it started with Lewis Caroll's Jabberwocky which my mother taught to me. From there on I choose my favorites and recite them until my voice is raw and the memory rawer; until I can't forget. I'm storing these for worse times, although in the meantime they are still a comfort.
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