Imitation is the Purest Form of Flattery

Something has been said about 
“writing down the bones”
which sounds like a good practice
if you’re learning anatomy.
But the first time I heard the phrase,
I thought it was 
“writing down the poems,”
So I am.
Writing down the poems
moving my bones, 
the ligaments lightly holding the pen–
black on paper, blue, too,
re-living the washing of water
by their words,
like taking a bath in beauty
that leaves me breathless.
If I bathe with this cleansing flood,
soak in the senses,
sounds of someone else’s heart
in my soul,
I’m sure the echo will ring out
true on the other side–
wash and rinse cycle of syllables,
leaving a residue 
of beauty, grace, truth
pouring out on this side of eternity
with my pen,
writing down the poems.
It has been said if you want to BE a good poet,  you should READ some great poetry, 
so I’ve been soaking (and scribing) Gerard Manley Hopkins 
glorious wordsmiths of earth and eternity.
You should read ’em–
Maybe write some down.
And SHARE with the world this
Wednesday OCTOBER 7th,
Tweetspeak Poetry’s 
Random Acts of Poetry Day
~more information about how to 
participate can be found  HERE~

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