I play with words like
Children play with Lego
I use different words as
My bricks. With commas
Dots and exclamation
Marks I put them together.
At my convenience I can
Disassemble and reassemble
them ad infinitum.
My words are like the sword of
The Samurai, the baton of
The words are my barrel of dynamite
Instead of breaking bridges, I break hearts.
Like the seasoned diplomat I know
Each word is a matter of life and death.
To put the words at the appropriate place is
the puzzle of the poet.
Instead of colours my Lego parts are
Languages . They are my Legos of clay
I mould them, bastardize, adopt
And change their meaning.
The words have their own souls
And their own meaning. It’s
On paper the words start to
Transcend- to live a life on their
The words like all things have
A soul, some words have to be
Handled with care, they have to be
Put in their context other words
Are like chameleons who change,
Transform, adapt with new circumstances.
Le jeux de mots have to be done carefully,
The words will put themselves in their place
If you give them the rhythm and their space.
But be aware to play with words is to play with fire