we feast on meanings

 

 

taste

 

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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