The Pain of Titles
My # 4 for National Poetry Month
words breathe in and out
between my ribs
as they foam and beach
in a dance of brine and birth
the contractions of line
and flow of feet
unfettered by
voices better left
in boxes
their ribbons tied in multiple knots
joy in morning
a moment tended to
without deference
or diffidence
but titles
give me fits
unerring pencil
halts
hoping inspiration will wend
its way
but like Icarus,
the sun burns
and water drowns.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015