Holds (by Podium Poet Dizz)
Hello! I'm Dizz - we're doing a workshop with Jacob Sam-La Rose at Deptford lounge, it's been lovely so far, this is an exercise we just got set. We had to include two lines from other poems from the collection here at Deptford lounge. Soooo....here goes. Thanks for reading!
there are different kinds of holds
a dictionary of touch between arms round
waists and head-butts
when I curl my palm round yours,
nervous as a stammer,
and my hand
is small within yours, tiny like
a cast handful of ear bones
but in the taking
I am tall and
even though I'm scared and these small
touches are just a fraction of a letter
in the dictionary I mentioned earlier...
it was one I chose.
Words are like bones we slant
to build bodies beside us -
and I can be a rock in your palm or
the paper that wraps yours up;
and it may look weak but paper
can beat anything, even cut
with scissor blades
it just multiplies the parts of me so!
Touch, stroke, shake, high-five
cocoon me - until the weekend, now,
when I have researched and learned
that touch is a million small
bones words braveries
if I throw them out like
puffs of dust
like snowflakes that
melt in our
The lines cocoon me until the weekend, and tiny like a cast handful of ear bones were taken from other poems. Bye!