I seem to be obsessed with writing words about words, which seems a bit silly - kind of like a dog chasing its own tail. Here's the thing about obsessions: they can't readily be explained. All I can tell you is that sitting down to write, and letting whatever words show up have their space is fun. Even more than fun. Try it. Here are some words that showed up today.
Words
burble
over
bulbous lips,
spill
and slather
over
jutted chins,
run
in rivulets
of
orange and ochre
over
sternum,
cascade
down
curvaceous
thighs
onto
fat toes,
pooling into
puddles
of thought
to
splash and to
rush
across grass,
across
county,
across
country.
Let it here be
recorded that
we are a
Let it here be
recorded that
we are a
people of words
and
we will
not
be quieted.
-Kimberly Laustsen
Love the picture - your creation I assume? Love ya miss ya
ReplyDeleteThanks. Yep. Ditto.
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