The words that flow or inch their way
from germ of thought to lips,
to point of nib, or fingertips on keys,
can only be caught if you set them free.
They are yours to do with what you will.
But when another speaks your words,
awake or in the depths of sleep,
or writes them down to keep,
they echo, shiver stars, melt mountains
and flood the universe with you.
Kim M. Russell, 8th April 2018
My response to The Poetry School NaPoWriMo Prompt for Day 8: Dedication, shared on Poets United Poetry Pantry.
For today’s prompt, Ali would like us to write a poem for someone. It should be dedicated to them, and (if we like) speak to them as well. Our example is ‘A Poem for Emily’ by Miller Williams.