these images we carry
if they were to transfigure
from dreams to mouths
lift from paper
to something tangible
like word made flesh
transmutation
the streets would shimmer
with littered, glittering worlds
not words we would read
and nod our heads
but poetry we could
scoop up
and carry in our pockets
like marbles
to play with
or simply relish
how it rolls and dazzles
in our open palms
Susan Daniels Poetry 
I can almost imagine this is what it’s like in your head. Poetry in motion. ^5
oh, you don’t want to peek in there right now–it’s a rather crowded place lately 🙂
and, thank you!
you are always making room in there…when you share with us. and thank goodness you do! otherwise…Oh the dusting!
LMAO!
Great poem, thanks for sharing 🙂
Thank you, Nicholas!
splendid piece susan – just splendid!!
Thank you very much, Don ****turning all possible shares of red****
The feel of words, there to touch, almost a sixth sense.
Yes–that’s it 🙂
I agree completely with Nelle. This is strong, this is live, this is beautiful!
Thank you so much, Noel! This actually started as an idea I was trying to force into a haiku, but no way was that happening!