whatever you say
it’s alright
i take your word
i take it in
into my ears
into my heart
into my bones
i take your words into the cradle of my arms
choobeechoocheecha
rock them to sleep in their own sound
and let them rest and let them dream
deep in my soul
when they wake up
i’ll give them back to you
fresh, young, awake, ready to sing:
your words – so right, so lovely …
I love this poem! I write poems as well but only when I have to. Long story. Anyway, the best poems for me aren’t those that rhyme or have perfect syllabication. I don’t even like the classic poems very much. What I like best about your poem is its honesty. I don’t know how but it speaks out to me. But I’m curious about one thing though. What does choobeechoocheecha mean?
hi jen, thanks for the comment.
choobeechoocheecha? it’s a sound word; a sound i imagined the woman making as she cradles the word in her arms …
what a lovely poem.picture is also perfect according to the poem.thanks for sharing and keep sharing such nice stuff.All the best.
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nice poem!love it!
thanks, sara and lalamiko!