POWER IN THE TONGUE

POWER IN THE TONGUE Words once spoken, have a life of their own Quoted, or misquoted, perhaps written down Emotion likely launched them from inception Or a cold logical reasoning, in far fewer cases Yet so rarely can erase their distinctive traces But are measured in kind, by their reception Sometimes just discarded like a broken crown Especially when they suggest an empty throne Yet there is an intrinsic power in the tongue When words, if poorly chosen, cause offence Even a quick recovery from a bumpy landing And resonate with their own sort of rhythm Whether they do accidentally cause a schism But also, when summoning an understanding As their true mission is to always make sense From which layers of meaning can be wrung