“a bouquet of words…”…“taste,” my poem

we feast on meanings

a honey made of words,

verses dripping languor,

stanzas squeezing

sweet meaning from the words,

the poem is a bouquet of words,

the blooms fall open

as each phrase proceeds,

we feast on meanings,

embrace each image,

enlarge each thought,

and savor all that lingers.

March 8, 2026

Inspired by “While Listening to Others Talk about Poems in Small Groups” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, March 7, 2026

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