Aug 2015
Words can fill up a novel.
Words can drip off a page.
They fill you up and carry you to new lands.
Islands to explore, different lives to live.
Words come.
Words are carefully chosen to express connect, and excite.
Words tell of glorious times, elegance, and wisdom.
But words aren't always illuminated by a rainbow,
Painting a perfect Picasso you gaze into in wonder.
I have found, words come.
In all stages of life, words come – and we accept them.
Starting young we learn them.
Growing older we use them, and not always to say nice things.
Words come in various shapes and forms,
meaning a world of lovely and uncomforting things.
They guide us, educate us, but also hold us down
Like rocks in our pockets.
Hesitant to remove them,
More that too often we choose to throw them.
Words come.
Words can drip off a page.
They fill you up and carry you to new lands.
Islands to explore, different lives to live.
Words come.
Words are carefully chosen to express connect, and excite.
Words tell of glorious times, elegance, and wisdom.
But words aren't always illuminated by a rainbow,
Painting a perfect Picasso you gaze into in wonder.
I have found, words come.
In all stages of life, words come – and we accept them.
Starting young we learn them.
Growing older we use them, and not always to say nice things.
Words come in various shapes and forms,
meaning a world of lovely and uncomforting things.
They guide us, educate us, but also hold us down
Like rocks in our pockets.
Hesitant to remove them,
More that too often we choose to throw them.
Words come.
I find I write better poetry at 11 o'clock at night. This was one of those "I'll write it in the morning" poems that I chose to write immediately on paper. When I write like this, the poem is written in one go. What I write is what I get.
