language was born to explain
the evident harmony which retains
patterns obvious in the observed,
served as letters or numbers preserved.
along its birth, too, was found,
a profound capacity for fabricating sounds,
to express the complexity of thought,
to capture the essence of what was taught.
impressively grew as a visceral factor,
disappointingly unable to capture
a memory carved in the mind,
unable to imitate, accurately refine.
inadequate when it comes to translating
an idea tenderly, without obliterating,
pure clarity sacrificed for ease of flow—
the words' souls lost, nowhere to go.
language proved resistant yet articulate,
in the hands of a poet— passionate,
manipulated as a weapon— a sparrow to dart,
striking sharply, a pierce in the heart.
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
What a lovely write of the inadequacies of language in expressing the inner feelings and thoughts. Wonderfully done.
Excellent write
A wonderful description of how languages used can sometimes lessen or heightened inappropriately what your real feelings and thoughts were, great write
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