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Nov 2017
Slowly reading
allowing
       pronunciation
to roll,
tighten
and fold      
                    a whispering tongue
orripplelipspucker and smack stretching jaw       and morphing mouth,
  tongue to teeth,
placid cheek and fading
                             hushhhhhhhh.
What grips me at times is not just the content, nor style of a poem, but how when some poems are read sensually slowly, how vowels and consonants pulse physically and audibly. Sometimes I forget this joy of poetry
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