When Words Will Weave


Once, as a child, I misunderstood,

suddenly my world became filled

with some syllabic garble,

I was afraid from that very moment

my words were nonsensical

that is until I listened to you,

the voices of matter around me.

I soon discovered that words

did ring aloud upon deaf ears

certainly when those being spoken

to were misdirected and cruel.

So while I know now what certainly

then became an albatross of mixed

messages, similes and metaphors,

today I can glance outside at a sunrise

and see the beauty in description

rather than shudder away in some barren

field of malcontent believing everything

I say has little meaning or purpose.

Today I live for that certain word, utterance

leads me swiftly into my following day

always with some hope peace may weave.


Photo Credit: Margaret Street Open Art Night: Late October Show 2014, taken by Bianca Bonvie-Marsland of performance work by Laura Parrott.


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