For those who understand, appreciate and relish in the power of words, and cannot live without them (perhaps because you love to read, perhaps because you love to write or/and perhaps because words define who and what you are), this poem is for you.

I Leave Bits of Me Everywhere- Karen Swank-Fitch

poem-words are my clothing, stripped late at night

a trail from the threshold to the foot of bed

along the stairs lay verbs

the actions i need to climb twelve steps at 2am

a vowel left adjacent to toothbrush

i get sloppy with tartar and allusions

over the cornice of mirror, hangs a strand of pearly metaphors

a simile in my sink

a limerick needing to be laundered

the clothes hamper is full of rimes and meters in want of mending

kick off the shoes,

make a pile of cacophony

wrap myself in the plum flannel of sonnet

hair up-tied with haiku

finding the resting place for naked poet...

in ambiance i light a candle

a sestina goes up in flames.

- ms ng :)