Words
Words were meant to be shared,
embraced, loathed at times,
feared, and met with trepidation.
Words release that power within us
we need to express in tactile whispers
or in loud climactic reverberations.
They are meant to charm, to soothe,
to pacify, to even stop that internal
clock ticking away elusive moments.
Words...
laid bare, exhuming the bleeding heart
with its rhythmic flow that exhilarates
to an innate beating of native drums.
When words enter the realm of poetry
they seek their own uncharted path
enlightening and illuminating the spirit.
They become their own reward,
caught between light and shadow,
imagination and creative exploration.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
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