Given a Room of Our Own, Anything…
Given a Room of Our Own, Anything…
A cup of words are not
to be spoken, my love,
instead relish it
like a tree’s sweetness.
Anything you can cup
in your hands, savor.
Breathe in the sassy
and the silent, breathe
in its everything.
Sigh clouds
of immense power
as you breath out.
Say to it, You are my blood,
Sister. We will nod
our heads together
over these steaming words—you’ll
have a cup too, perhaps a mug—
and together, my love,
our anything will be possible.
Melva Sue Priddy
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I like the calming power this piece has.
You are more than a poet with your words here.
Love the repetition of “cup” as noun and verb, but always with the sense of an empty space to be filled – with possibility. Lovely poem!