Faye Gibson Poet Personification

A Period Please

I am the end,
the last act, the final fleck,
the teeny, tiny terminal pixel,
but I am mighty.
I may be small but I have muscle.

I apply the brakes
and the word parade obeys.
I hold up my hand, blow my whistle,
and watch the traffic halt.
I am the language transit cop,
the red road sign painted "STOP!"

Language is my rodeo;
I corral the wild vocabulary ponies,
break them,
make them wear bits, bridles;
I am the word whisperer.

Important documents -
The Constitution of the United States of America,
The Bill of Rights,
The Emancipation Proclamation -
are what they are because of my mark;
without it, they would be gibberish.

Books would be nonsensical run on sentences,
characters shuffling willy-nilly everywhere,
no order, no structure, 
misunderstood,
just silly words wagging their tongues.

I am Doctor Lockjaw;
I bar the word mill door.

Language is my life.

Copyright, September 9, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

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Sara Kendrick October 11, 2015 at 1:58 PM The Periods have it..Way to go with this winner..Congrats..Sara

Skat A October 9, 2015 at 12:14 AM faye, Congratulations with your win. **SKAT**

Debbie Guzzi October 7, 2015 at 7:47 PM Thanks so much for the entry! Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

Nathan Bach October 6, 2015 at 11:48 PM I love your poem. Well done in the competition. Nath :-)

Sandra Haight September 12, 2015 at 9:54 AM Such an amazing personification on this powerful, tiniest of punctuation marks, Faye. I really enjoyed your interpretation of the "period." All the best in the contest...I see your poem high at the top! Sandra