Words don’t you just love them?
These inescapable creatures
Everyday tempters
Intelligibility, they have it in spades
Unavoidable once you wake
Undoubtedly they never sleep
They are there in your dreams
In your screams.
They have no problem with repetition
Thrive on hyperbole.
O’re yon high eastward hill
Housed in his hamlet he’ll write words at will
Shakespeare he may never be
Lives in a land of fiction
Living in the world words
Equates to waking each morning to joyous madness.
©Chris Black.
12th March 2020
Poetry from The Man Shed
~The Poet’s Poet~
#Poetry #amwriting
Oh Chris, “words”, we’d like to own them, but they’re not ours to own….. I don’t Know if you’ve seen this piece, written by a friend of mine, Joshua,
“There is no word greater than another,
No word that only sleeps with the
king or is only spoken by the servant,
Or written on walls in the city by
rebellious teens
There is no word that fights in a war
with only fists
Or sails the sea for love, or with love,
There is no word greater than the
mouth that speaks it.
There is no word more beautiful than
another,
There is no word that is paid to be
listened to, nor begs for attention, or
only cries, or only sleeps, or cries
itself to sleep.
There is no word more beautiful than
the mouth that speaks it.
There are merely words, and every
one of them as important as both the
next and the last, as pressing as
future, present and past, as human as
you, me or us.
And we too,
Are like words,
Sometimes we are together and seem
as if we’ve always been,
As inseparable as to-do or have-been
joined by the dash,
But other times we are distant, we
appear only in the beginning or the
end, or something in between, but
that means no less of us, for we are
still a part of the story, as essential as
any word that has already been
written or the ones that are still in
writing.
There is no word that goes unspoken,
that needs to be.
All things will happen in time, and to
force them, is to skip the most exciting
chapter.
There is no word that runs faster than
another, none that overtake or jump
the queue, all words honour the mind
in which they are from.
There is no word greater than another,
yet I will follow “you”.
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* Printed with permission from, Joshua Maxwell de Hoog…..
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Thank you Ivor, hope you are keeping safe and well in this current climate.
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Thanks Chris… I’m ok, but anxiously waiting for my cousin’s flight from Philadelphia to Melbourne at the end of March…..
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There are difficult decisions coming down the tracks for us all but distancing seems to be the way to go for the coming months.
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My goodness Chris, youhave such a wonderful way with words! Great post my friend!
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Great tutors make good Poet’s Walt. Thank you. Have missed you over the past week, in these most challenging times I hope both you and Susan are safe and well. So far we have escaped in our household long may it continue.
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I was in hospital from Early Monday morning until last night for Conjective Heart Failure. I have been being treated for lymphedema and the fluid was not being reduced. Hopefully the meds will help. I am very discouraged, but thankful it is not worse news.
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Good to see you back with pen in hand Walt. Take care.
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I have to.
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Reblogged this on Walt's Writings and commented:
From the mind of my dear friend, The Poet’s Poet
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You are most kind thanks Walt.
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My pleasure my friend.
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