Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Words ll

Words ll

Words at my feet
float-
on rain-soaked sidewalks,
dredged up from the mud.
Weigh heavily,
my disillusioned poet.

Still-
my breath catches
as words swirl in the tidal pool,
shift and sway.
I gather them gently,
softly in my palm.

Close my hands-
feel the weight of language,
it's connection to history,
to the universe,
sky and moon.
The sun descends,
stars blink open their eyes,
earth rotates it's wobbly axis.

All this-
from a handful of words
once at my feet,
now embedded in my skin,
flow through my mind,
telling me a thousand stories
all at once.

9 comments:

  1. smiles...a bit of the magic of poetry you know...we take a few words and give them love...and look what they give us back...smiles...

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  2. Wonderful metaphors for the power of words.

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  3. Enjoyed this one the beauty of words..words a writers best friend.

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  4. Enjoyed this a lot. So much imagery - especially loved the first stanza. (one tiny typo I also tend to make - breath vs breathe)

    I like in the end the words that were floating about were telling stories (thousands even) A truly magical piece here :)

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    1. Thanks for catching my typo....I do that all the time too. I even checked it and still missed it.

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