Poetry Quote by Phil Kaye — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,”

“Prison Moon”

“What is home but a book we write, then”

“Remember me when I am gone away,”

“Thus, though we cannot make our sun”

“I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word.”