Wordsmith's Diet

Are we not all with voracious appetite, some with different means of satiation than others?

A Wordsmith's Diet
                by Odin Roark

The thirst hour
Where dark caramel movement
Swirls its spell among icy shards
As today and yesterday's memories
Wait to cut loose their syllabic flotsam
Ink's endless search
For shoreline discovery

Just as Time knows so well opportunity
So too imagination refuses confinement
Remembering primitive grunts
Vernacular's ancient primate sounds
Made legible by centuries' evolving accent
Rhythm
Pitch
Tempo

Until

Symbols simmered themselves into words
Offered snacks for tweets
Sumptuous main courses for tomes
Desserts for savory genre sweets
Aperitifs for poetic thought

Such teasing
For creation's palate
Only ups the appetite
For lexiconic feasting

To understand life's metaphoric appetite
Is to be not frightened
Even as I eat you to live