"The Herd of Words"
We move together,
dust rising
from our hooves of ink,
across the wide plain of silence.
The grass bends,
and we bend with it,
feeding on syllables,
grazing on breath.
Each of us carries a fragment,
a line, a rhythm,
but the herd is the poem entire.
We are restless,
never still for long,
seeking fresher pastures of meaning,
waterholes of wonder.
The land needs us,
and we need the land.
Without the field, we starve.
Without the herd, the field lies fallow.
So we thunder on,
poets and poetry,
a single body,
a living chant,
a migration of voices
across an endless plain.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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I love this allegory where we all are letters sometimes forming words and in this prairie some grass grows, goes to seed and a few sprouts sprout, others catch fire and burn some wilt under a drying sun, but it is not any one blade that makes the prairie but the sum total. Weeds grow amongst us and here and there a grand tree is found. It too with time falls and its rot provides nurturance for more grass to grow. Enough the poem speaks for itself and my passing thoughts like the wind only bend its blades that return as if never touched. A lovely write and a fave.
Well said, my friend. Your poem could be to celebrate the collective power of words and the necessity of collaboration in the creative process, highlighting how poets and their work contribute to a shared, living art form.
A fine write A. I wandered the plain - but fell in a bog! Doh! LOL.
Long may it continue, a letter a word a sentence, and before you know it, a poem.
Poets and poetry, thundering together, that is a powerful description indeed!
A fine write as always. A good Metaphor too.
So glad that metaphor worked 🕊️🙏🏻
'Tis my belief that every (or most) people have an element of truth within them - some have the ability to turn that into poetry or verse, some don't, but the sometimes single sliver of truth remains.
And sometimes all it takes is a sliver! Thanks Dave🕊️🙏🏻
Great words Rik, my herd has risen today.
Andy
Reading this felt like running with it myself…each poet part of something greater, the ground and sky shared. It reminds me why we write at all. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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