Written
Mightier than the sword they say
This weapon of mass description.
Little changed for centuries
Through dip, fill, refill, magic.
Trailing on paper
A story of where once was,
Telling a story of where we are going.
Power of words, ink, paper, language.
That power to love, embrace, impart and despise.
Sticks and stones will break my bones,
Words can leave a deeper scar.
Todays news no longer becomes
the chip paper of tomorrow.
The cliches written out time and time again
Down through centuries of type and form.
The pen relays, portrait thoughts
Feelings, images and words.
Still through the myriad words,
Syntax and punctuation, still one dimensional.
Nothing can replace
The spoke word, the face to face.
Human interaction of minds met.
Speech and hearing, communication.
The beauty and simplicity,
Of the human conversation.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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