Photo: David Slotto
Poetry Lives
She sips poetry,
gulps color, texture,
darkness, light.
She covers cold-
ness, emanates warmth
strokes coarse, jagged bark.
She shields innocence,
shelters the poor,
embraces the wonton.
She revels in birdsong,
delights in tender moments,
blesses beauty’s gifts.
She sips life.
She sips death.
Written for dVerse Quadrille, including the wonderful word “Sip.” This is the first poem I’ve written this year. It’s good to be here with you after a long drought.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 