I really enjoyed not only this poem, but also Elizabeth’s comments on it. Makes my fingers itch to write… Definitely check out the post for yourself.
the angels and stars and stones;
also, adjectival poets, preferably original.
There was an air of restlessness
an inability to subside, a state of being at attention,
at worst, at war with the immediately beating heart and breathing lung.
I looked then in the word-chambers, the packed warehouses by […]