The Moya View

Tag: words

  • Poet’s First Bath

    Poet’s First Bath

    Falling into the soothing waters all around his infant body- the gurgle of words, meanings to reach with his hands until his mind is ready to explore them, the possibility of something so beautiful that he would spend his life defining her, the knowing of her every single word.

  • Do Not Silence My Words That You Hear

    Do Not Silence My Words That You Hear

    Don’t take away my words by not repeating my poems inside. My poetry is revolutionary as a floating feather. Close your eyes and catch it knowing the vision is in its flight and not where it falls. Pick it up from the floor and it becomes a Cobra spitting, aiming to poison you.