Poetry has been calling to me in recent years and I find myself drawn to both reading and writing poetry, especially the latter. Writing poetry allows me to dive into the heart of what I’m feeling or seeing.  Poems are also a place for word play and I can jump in and linger. I  love the sounds and physical sensations of certain letters and letter combinations.  Even as a young student I remember repeating the word Peloponnesian again and again. As you will see, those “p”s still speak to me!  As an adult,  I have become even more entranced with the way words can flow and stutter and dance. Thanks so much for providing me with a platform for learning about, sharing and enjoying poetry.

Here is a poem I wrote several months ago about my love for word play.

Words, Words, Words

I love words
Love playing with them
twisting them
this way and that
Love the way
certain words
sound when they
pop with p’s
or crackle with k’s
Preposterous, pumpkin,
cantankerous,  cranky
I pucker up with the p’s
and spit the c’s,
peppering my conversations
with friendly shrapnel
z’s invigorate
zipping and zinging
adding pizzazz
And the b’s of bellicose
bawdy
byzantine
blast through my lips
and burst in the air
Words, Words, Words
I could play all day

(c) Molly Hogan, 2015