I read
overread,
skim-read,
d
a
n
c
e
&
r a
e d
.
and,
while
r e a d i n g
b e t w e e n
t h e
l i n e s
I keep losing
my
t r a i n
o f
t o g t
h u h
. .
I don’t wanna
read
overread—
or
misread !
d
r
i
n
k
&
r a
e d
. . .
S o ,
I
w r i t e
***********
It’s been a while since my last post
(Or my last writing activity,
for that matter)
Now,
slooowly,
getting back to
writing mood
Please bear with me -
While I invoke my
Free verse muse
Happy to be back,
beautiful,
naughty,
dark &
clever
WordPress souls !
words
are words
and
g o r g e o u s
w o r d s
words of
wisdom,
h a r d c o r e
w o r d s
wicked
weathered
s a v a g e
s e n t i e n t
sassy
silver
sage,
w i l d
w o r d s
words,
are words,
o d d-
f l a v o u r e d
w o r d s
foreign
sexy
e x o t i c
c l a s s y
lusting
after them—
t h o s e
m e a n i n g f u l
w o r d s
words,
all words,
j u s t
m a r r i e d
w i t h
w o r d s
* * *
wishing you
all a wildly
poetic
and
word-lusty
2022
🤍
* * *
rarity
gravity
willowy
s i g t h s
sensing
the
fears
that pierce
through your
body
mind
soul
and
thy
h
e
a
r
t
*
rarity
gravity
magical
n i g t h s
drying
these tears
all sensing
the fears
that pierce
through the
body
mind
soul
and
my
h
e
a
r
t
*
rarity
gravity
subdued
star
l i g h t
tearful,
silent,
day-dreaming
we stumble on
willowy
s i g h t s
*
drunk with
wild wonders
day-dreaming
we tumble,
we write,
dream, still,
humble,
f l o a t ,
w e i g h t l e s s ,
t o n i g h t
I gladly
lent
you
my
v o i c e
The one
you borrowed
while you
were still
learning to
s i n g
We played
air guitar
with long,
restless
f i n g e r s
No music, not even
random notes,
coming out of
those make-belief
s t r i n g s
With ingenuity,
we birthed
a lyric-less
and odd-tuned
a n t h e m
a l l v i b e ,
r a r e
s o u n d ,
For this,
our imaginary
ensemble
of dreamy-eyed
s o u l s
With this poem I wanted to pay homage to poetic and fictional works—as they become safe spaces where writers and readers alike can fulfil their desires, and ultimately enact their true identities.
Through the act of reading literary works, we can get a glimpse of these dreams and desires, and of all those perhaps idealised versions of ourselves (writers) in relation to others (readers).
Feel free to like the poem on the Spillwords page if you feel so inclined 🤍.
You can also reach me through IG: @lannazeescribbles – I’ll be delighted to see you on Instagram too.
Thank you SO MUCH for reading, liking, and commenting on my posts. I couldn’t be happier to have fellow bloggers enjoy my writing 🖤.
LannaZee 