Grammar

gray0328

 

A comma, like a tiny hand,  

presses pause on the world.  

The period ends with authority,  

a full stop to wandering thoughts.  

 

Verbs leap and stretch forward,  

carrying meaning on swift legs.  

Nouns sit calmly in the center,  

giving names to the unspoken.  

 

A question mark curving upward,  

invites curiosity to lean closer.  

Even the dash—so uncertain,  

finds beauty in its interruption.  

 

Grammar, this architecture of speech,  

builds bridges across blank silence,  

showing us how order becomes art,  

how form opens doors to beauty.

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  • Tony36

    Excellent write

  • sorenbarrett

    How difficult it must have been before punctuation and even before they separated words. A fun read

  • Cassie58

    I like your thoughts here concerning punctuation and grammar. Visual and nicely expressed. Have a good Thursday.

    • gray0328

      Thanks Cassie

    • whats write for me

      Wow, Gray this is masterful. It tells the story of written word with grace and eloquence and merges it with speech effortlessly.



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