emily dickinson’s poems rewritten: water is taught by thirst, hope is the thing with feathers, and i like a look of agony

I.

Time, gathers in my words.

Seconds - sentences take.

Minutes - by marks -

Years - why parentheses!

Months, by questions foretold -

An envelope.

II.

“Love” is that thing without words -

That’s written on a page -

And travels on acoustic waves -

Lives inside - your ribcage -

You may have heard it - in the rain -

That falls atop your head -

In the rhythm of the storm drain

Or in the flowerbed -

I’ve seen it in a thunderstorm -

And in a cup of tea -

Sometimes, it grows within a tree

And always within me.

III.

I like nine candles to be lit,

Near the oil painting -

One each night, plus another,

Yet songs I cannot sing -

The house is warm - there is a tree -

Ghosts hover over me

A great miracle happened here -

Winter holiday cheer.