they sing
the most beautiful song of all —
writing each word
with ink of silk,
repugnant styli,
encircling,
encompassing,
encasing themselves
in metre
and metaphor,
in simile
and symbolism,
pulling each phrase
close,
tight,
until there’s no room for air.

then —
stillness.

inside,
the images swirl,
tat themselves
into intricate lace.

after
silent rumination,
one day,
they burst forth —
breath-taking poems —
gliding on a warm summer breeze.

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NaPoWriMo 
Day Eighteen

Prompt: Write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s poemcrazy, freeing your life with words. (Click on the “Look inside” feature.)

I am so happy to have been introduced to Woolridge’s book! I used the chapter title “caterpillar poets” from the Light and Mysteries section of poemcrazy, freeing your life with words. And then I ordered the book!