Thursday, April 4, 2019


"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."
--William Wordsworth

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They brew in cauldrons; eye of newt and ear of bats,
Smoldering breath of flying dragon and mermaid's tears,
Colours of sunset rise in steam of ladles stirred,
And diaphanous patterns of spider's dreams spook forth

Such is the concoction of voiceless words echoed

Like psalms from a weeping prophet's beard long told
To lament a wicked dread of worlds, its sweetness
Long forgotten in heaving maidens breast, behest of love.
The angst of a poet's mind where everything already exist.
BREWING WORDS © gillena cox 2019

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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Writing Poetry
Susan's Challenge: In a New poem, tell us Why Write Poetry? and/or What Is Poetry?

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