I wrote a word and let it go,
A seed it was, I did not know;
It fell to earth in secret ground,
And there a living tree was found.

I gave a word to one long dead,
It rose to life and gave them bread;
I whispered low, the branches grew,
And clothed the land in morning dew.

I read a word that made them glow,
I took a word and watched it grow;
It bore a fruit I could not see,
Yet filled the world with mystery.

I spoke a word I can’t take back,
It darkened sky and turned it black;
The fruit was sweet, the poison whole,
It sowed a storm that stole a soul.

Time is uncertain
Everyday we live
Trying to give back
Crying out in happiness
The gift of life
Enjoying everything on earth
Time is uncertain
Each day we try
To make a way
Everyday we live
Trying to give back

A poem
is when you have the sky in your mouth.
It is hot like fresh bread,
when you eat it,
a little is always left over.

A poem
is when you hear
the heartbeat of a stone,
when words beat their wings.
It is a song sung in a cage.

A poem
is words turned upside down
and suddenly!
the world is new.

by  Jean-Pierre Simeón from This is a Poem that Heals Fish, courtesy of Maria Popova

I learned to love
long after angels forgot how.
Long after the timing made sense.
Long after most people would admit it,
maybe out of shame.

But I learned to love.

Please don't
Run me off the alpine
Winding mountain road
As soon as
I leave the tarmac
My sports car will explode
To tumble
Orange and red
Through the
Snowy pines
Seventie's movies
Taught me this
Time after time.