Two Poets Talking

Poem from Thinker. My Puppy Poet and Me by Eloise Greenfield

 

Thinker to Jace

If I'm not reciting a poem,

my tongue won't let me talk,

I can only bark.

But barking can't say much,

just woof-woof "I'm glad to see you"

or howl "Oh-woooo, I'm scaring

youuuu" and bow-wow

for everything else.

Words, though, can say anything

I want to say, in the way

I want to say it.

 

Jace to Thinker:

When I recite my poems,

I make music, I say the words

fast or slow, high or low,

I stop and I go, almost

like singing, making

word-music.