Owning Up


Each of these poems
Is intended to be best
Read aloud … For why?
For I love the sounds

So build each piece
With sound in mind
As well as meaning
Plus any reference

For I love word play
Adore ambivalence
And multiple levels
Of tacit meaning

The writer invites
The reader invents
Becomes co-creator
In passing the time

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 7, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. And what a nice away to pass the time it is.

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  2. This poem snakes like a butterfly
    into the fluttering
    of songs
    slithering sunshine
    on the ground of our very
    earth-bound, sky-free

    Ah, Ben Naga!

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