In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

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Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem: Tongue in Ink



The best poems are not written in ink but by the tongue
Spoken into the air never finding paper
Touched by the mist of breath against your neck
Said in the dark rooms where lovers meet

Not at all recorded nor syllables numbered
But art form just the same
Once activated and released the words are all lost
Left to moments that linger
Holding each other in sweaty embrace
As if the sheets themselves are sentences


~Shannon P Laws


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