herd of words

arqios

 

"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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  • sorenbarrett

    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.

    • arqios

      So beautiful how it flowered and blossomed in the reading. This is something I appreciate so much. Coming from you it is an extra blessing. 🕊️🙏

      • sorenbarrett

        Well deserved and most welcome

      • Friendship

        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.

        • arqios

          Yes, a celebration of the collaborative creative process. Thanks, Friendship 🕊️🙏

        • orchidee

          A fine write A. I wandered the plain - but fell in a bog! Doh! LOL.

          • arqios

            Thanks O 🕊️🙏

          • Paul Bell

            Long may it continue, a letter a word a sentence, and before you know it, a poem.

            • arqios

              Yes! Thanks so much, Paul. Now that's an excellent image. 🕊️🙏

            • rhmn_7

              Poets and poetry, thundering together, that is a powerful description indeed!

              • arqios

                Thanks, man. Truly appreciated. 🕊️🙏

              • Kevin Hulme

                A fine write as always. A good Metaphor too.

                • arqios

                  So glad that metaphor worked 🕊️🙏🏻

                • Doggerel Dave

                  '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.

                  • arqios

                    And sometimes all it takes is a sliver! Thanks Dave🕊️🙏🏻

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Great words Rik, my herd has risen today.

                    Andy

                    • arqios

                      Tally ho! 🕊️🙏

                    • Tristan Robert Lange

                      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. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                      • arqios

                        Pardon not getting to this earlier. I was "snowed in." One of those days/weeks. And yes, we are compelled to write. Thank you, thank you, thank you🕊️🙏



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