Five Haiku Poetry: Slaves to Our Words

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You open your mouth –

part-time slaves, part-time masters

emerge–all your words.

 

My tongue finds each one.

I taste and roll them around –

swallow verbs and nouns.

 

Let’s fill to bursting

my giant dictionary

with your new entries.

 

Commingling, melding,

fumbling into each other.

No sentence structure.

 

Words in disarray.

We scatter Scrabble letters.

Every night, we play.

 

Haiku poems by Words & Feathers (Crow) and Poet Rummager

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