Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem.
I twist your words, folding them into the palm of my hand,
to hold as hope, to superimpose,
onto my own heart.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
My life splits into two, one I imagine with you,
seeping into everything I do like blood,
Second, is the truth.
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud).
There is nothing growing here,
but the comfort of my own lies,
and all I try to deny,
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life.
There is no peace,
just the buzzing of what I’d,
say to you if I could,
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.