A sense of significance

A sense of significance

Every word
           was once a poem
the sea and the rose
           the sea rose
the shadows
           that scuttle
along the shore
           at sunset

or the sun high
           in the June sky
           and its enactment
the clinch
           the kiss
every word
           once poem
and all words
of their previous
that the poet refreshes
           as he resurrects
her hair
           her lips
her eyes
           all fit
for poetry
           the tale in the telling
and so we move
           from day to night
from table to chair
           and so to bed

John Lyons


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