humanopoeticommunity

the word is on the street
the word is in the ether and the air
words are in the eyes and ears
and in the lungs that breathe them
and breathe their meaning into mouths
to hang them moist with hope
on every unexpected branch
of tree or data road or river
or knit them like tiny rags of soul
into irridescences on the wind
into garments for the heart and blood
beating them into rhythm into pulse
into the life of everything we are
everything we will ever be

© BH, 2026

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Another of Fin Hall’s ideas – a human poem – one that is built from the collective writings of poets who may never meet. Herewith: my 90 words.

We’ll see what transpires, but already a huge handful of posts have appeared with contributions.

Let the versification of the planet begin!