Little Big Mouth

 

I want to write poetry

Like the masters write them

Supplicate thoughts for sounds

And emotions for words

I want to write like I feel

Like when the bitch in me

Finds a dog burrowing in the sand

Only the sand is not the coarse yellow soil

It is the sky.

And the dog is the lone moon

Howling like a wolf.

I want to howl at the stars

Work my claws among the mountains

As if I too am a Kanchenjungha

And chatter about my day

With my little big mouth.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. ipsyb says:

    Yes, I guess! And thanks!

    Like

  2. CRD says:

    This is what every poet aspires for, no?

    Beautifully written 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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