Minerva’s Kiss ~ Poem & Tribute to the Art of Spoken Word


Minerva’s Kiss

I met my new love.
Lost in all the yesterdays of words
I have heard and spoken again.
Lost inside thesis brought to life.
Awakened anew
Bursting forth
Flush from solitude.
Rebirthed from the aches that lay naked
inside the echoes of your absence.
Words emptied and free
pouring forth the battles of gladiators
with no expectations of what is next.
Here am I  Words reminding me
“questions are the only answers we need.”

My new love
Found in the breaths between.
The words whispered of doing it wrong.
Found in the lessons taught to your daughter
letting me know I can.
Assuring me I will.
That you want to know all of what makes me, ME.

My new love
An old love once more
Thank you.
Awash in your words
walking through Paris in the Rain.
Your Cadence.
This, this is my love letter to you.
Spoken of words,
my words intimate,
in murmurs sweet
kissed in the shadows of the Louvre

Footnote: This poem is an homage to the art form of spoken word poetry and some of my favorite pieces (all links above). Make sure to check out these incredible wordsmiths and performers: Anis Mojgani, Alysia Harris, Sarah Kay. Todays Tuesday Talent Tribute.

I believe poetry has the ability to blend creativity and logic into articulated expression. Or as Robert Frost so aptly wrote, a poem “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.”

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