Jeux de mots

Written by: Adam Sliwa

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 conductor.

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

Own.

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