A poem written with razors – Wordleing with Sunday’s Whirligig – June 11, 2015

let me speak to you of a secret
in a poem written with rusted razors
found in a summer storm
so many many years ago …
’tis true
the gossips’ whispers buzz and burn
like hornets in heated bronze urns
but bathe your heart in sweet honey
let not the bigots sour your soul –
think nothing of their stinging words
– that alarming tittle-tattle
let them think they are alive
they too are thirsty for love’s embrace
but they lack the courage to seek
the passion of a lover’s touch
so they gossip about what they do not know
quoting gospel as they do.

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Let Me Tell You What a Poem Brings” by Juan Felipe Herrera, the new poet laureate of the United States: secret, poem, speak, razors, bronze, think, sour, thirsty, storm, alarming, bathe, gossip.