Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Poem Number Ten

 "Words." 



Words.

   Meaningless shapes, formed by squiggles and lines  

  So small, yet they have immense power

The power to create wonder, dreams, and magic

  And the power to destroy, to tear apart.


    They run across the page, flowing

  Like a black river, an ebony ocean of 

 Thoughts, ideas, fantasies, criticisms

  A whole world, sitting in a cobwebbed corner.


      Different shapes of words

  Some ornate and swirly, some plain and bold

  Some are near impossible to read

  All form a story of their own.



  Words must be handled carefully

They can be dangerous, fickle, beasts

Or, if correctly used, they can be

Carriers of light to the abyss of Earth.


  Words are meant to be understood

Must be understood in order to be

  Appreciated and loved by

  All.

            Words.

  


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