What have you done
to the words?
I know them.
I recognize them.
I've even formed them
on my lips
or scrawled them onto paper.
They are the same words!
letters assembled
in predefined form,
but from your lips
they become
pure spirit. They flow
outside
the form.
Spilling out,
they fill the universe.
What have you done to the words?
Your pen,
your lips,
your soul,
how much they must hold!
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
What have you done
to the words?
I know them.
I recognize them.
I've even formed them
on my lips
or scrawled them onto paper.
They are the same words!
letters assembled
in predefined form,
but from your lips
they become
pure spirit. They flow
outside
the form.
Spilling out,
they fill the universe.
What have you done to the words?
Your pen,
your lips,
your soul,
how much they must hold!
Inspired to post this when March 28 Daily ("The Poet" by Sjr1000) reminded me of it. A whole different perspective from the writer listening to other.
