A gracious muse gave me
the strange gift and torment
of tasting the music of words
to perceive their secret colors
and to see their deep scent ...
Words are living beings
that speak to each other
with humor or terror ...
They can die of boredom ,
travel through space and time
or just staying at home...
They can suddenly changing clothes
and wickedly gagging you
without any clemency ...
Deceiptive and amusing creatures
aiming to be different
and turning away indifferently ...
They take the path of wandering
or surfing oceans of incoherence...
Words fight and embrace,
clawing the face of love
applauding and cursing ,
leaving ,without a farewell letter...
Just a '' Man- bites god '' story
on the last page ..
A mischievous muse
makes me speak in incongruous words
disturbing the crowd order .
On the blank walls of your lost worlds
I draw the why of your silence and absence !
I'd like a little more violence ,
you answer me with a polite sentence ...
But once they take me away
for verbal stumble on the public voice
you'll drive me out of your sunday turkeys !
Hourless words are exchanged
between dogs of a certain age
that fate has brought together,
discussing hedge maintenance ...
Words last only as long as the rain
that ends like a killer wave
making quiet river boil over ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Lorenz you captured me with this poem. The personification of words such a creative idea that fits so well with the complexities of language like the complexities of people that use it. Mistaken, confused, truthful and deceitful it sooths and violates. Well said in such a charming manner. A fave
The necrological babbel . Thanks for the rewarding fave !
A remarkable exploration of language, its power, and its treachery. You convey how words take on a life of their own—sometimes obedient, sometimes rebellious, always unpredictable. There is a subtle irony in how the poet, seemingly the master of words, ends up at their mercy, carried away by their flow. Strong, imaginative and profound text!
Word like light has a dual nature .undulatory and embodied .
This piece really gets to the heart of what it means to work with words.
Great work!
A multifaced interlocutor who is yourself !
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