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
love
and its enactment
the clinch
the kiss
every word
once poem
and all words
portmanteaus
of their previous
utterance
that the poet refreshes
as he resurrects
her hair
her lips
her eyes
all fit
for poetry
enunciation
annunciation
the tale in the telling
and so we move
from day to night
from table to chair
and so to bed
John Lyons