Tonight's Poet Corner: Verbal Miscellany & Oral Oddities
Verbal Miscellany & Oral Oddities
by Belinda Roddie
The soul of wit is kept in a jar;
brevity has nothing to do with it. Maintain
its glow, and the fireflies have competition.
Your riddles are mine to collect in rows.
Take a look at your blackened, greasy
fingers. Your words take a sticky form
when they slosh against your lips. Little
imps lick away at your skin so they can
taste a sample of your random intellect.
If you unscrew the lid, the language
is gone. It dissipates like fog being
burned by the sun. Don't be tempted
to release newborn ideas before
they can walk. A baby bird deserves
a nest before its eyes are wide enough
to witness stars.
by Belinda Roddie
The soul of wit is kept in a jar;
brevity has nothing to do with it. Maintain
its glow, and the fireflies have competition.
Your riddles are mine to collect in rows.
Take a look at your blackened, greasy
fingers. Your words take a sticky form
when they slosh against your lips. Little
imps lick away at your skin so they can
taste a sample of your random intellect.
If you unscrew the lid, the language
is gone. It dissipates like fog being
burned by the sun. Don't be tempted
to release newborn ideas before
they can walk. A baby bird deserves
a nest before its eyes are wide enough
to witness stars.
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