I like noisy words
ones with lots of consonants and sharp edges
words like the prickly things
that grow in the West Texas desert
sharp, but also sweet and pleasing
as those pastel desert sunsets
that bring relief to the eyes and the body
And I like rounder words
more temperate foothills as opposed
to craggy mountain peaks
words that roll like knuckles
over the black keys of a piano
words that rumble like a hot dump truck
driving through the heaven of a spring sky
colliding and ricocheting
off its cooler cousins
filling a soft evening with
the deep drums of impending chaos
and exploding pinpricks of blinding light
Phew, it’s been a minute! I’ve been writing every day, just not sharing. . . . for May I’ve kept a sort of poetry diary, writing daily about whatever happens to be going on. Guess what: we’ve had a lot of storms. Thanks for reading!
The Poetry Patio 