fluid flows of words
dancing from the tongue
faling like gentle drops
drops of sweet rain
enveloping the senses
saturation for the mind
bathing the ears with joy
offering visions of wonder
finding personal pleasures
in the decadent delights
of those magical sounds
the wonder of poetry
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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There is a lot of imagery of thirst being quenched in this one. Perhaps "poetry" will be the name of a beer, one day.
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