Wrangling A Poem


It is said, food is sustenance –
purely and simply.
To that I say, 
a poem is most exquisitely the savory and sweet 
nectar which feeds the soul. 
 
They’re meant to be slivered into bite size pieces,
swirled around and sucked on.
 
Much like one enjoys a fine wine,
allowing it to roll on the palette,
noting the high and low notes,
identifying the complex and subtle elements.
 
Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, Lou Lipsitz, 
Maya Angelou, Walt Whitman, Pablo Neruda
soothe the weary spirit.
 
Pick one, 
sink into a comfortable chair,
lose yourself in the what if.  
 
Chew on the fat, roll around in the grass,
graze on the possibilities. 
 
Collect them, soak them in, 
let them fill you.
 
Eat freely from the banquet of poems,
you will never be alone.
Full of Hope
Debbie Hope
 
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