i live in a world of letters
and words where metaphors
are an unstopped ink bottle
and similes sashay around the paper,
like tiny japanese dancers
cloaked in bright kimonos.
i live to discover new words
and dancing phrases whose sounds
will tickle with delight, and satisfy
more than the last piece placed
in a jigsaw puzzle; its perfect fit
giving my penfinger goose bumps.
paths of thought take me
on spiraling (spiralling) journeys, far away
from the mundane world
as i forage for wordfood,
wordsong and wordrhyme
and forget about everything else.
i’ve become poem crazy.
no ordinary life for me.
