Wrong Word

recent poem about writing process

Wrong Word

 Come to think, it might be wrong to say I write.  Walking about, held in the hug that holds water to earth, I listen to savor the sharpness of a sound or its fluidity, how far or near it is to laughter, the dry or sweet of ideas.  I study to catch what  light  tastes of  mums and hollyhocks--that's it!  Mull is the word.

 Mull: what cooks and sommeliers do, informed by sensitive tongues.  With the M of meditation and memory ending in L of lingual lilacs elided to the double L, following the breathy sustainable hum of the vowel of love.

Yes, write is the wrong word for this--mull. The word is mull.

Author's Note

see poems "Ancient Pictures" and "New Songs" in Record Heat by M. Kay Basel for why I write prose poems.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to have you on the W.C. You are a talented writer and I look forward to reading your work. Maybe one day. I would like to join a poetry reading in Lansing. I live in Clinton Twp. Please send read request and nice to meet you dear M. Kay.
Coyote

[Chris]

"Mull" is a way of life and pause...
welcome to this "place".