that word i spoke

(Written in the poet’s teenage years)


that word i spoke
has taken root
in the fertile soil
of my companion’s mind
and blossoms, now
in his eyes

it was such a humble tool
like any of material goal
still, it did its work well

now it lies in my dusty mind corners
like an old war helmet
would lie on a veteran’s shelf


Among us, poets are not paid. The poet/editor of this website, being physically disabled, lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Become a patron of the fine arts at:

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