Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Words walk humbly

Words walk humbly,
offering themselves in place
of their letters, protected
from erasure or white-out.

I pick up a word, carelessly
dropped and disregarded;
in my hand it feels smooth
and cool, live a river stone.

Words spill from my hands,
cascading into streams and flows
of other words, others’ words,
joining wet stones on the sand,
slowly eroded by waves, and rain.

I pick up words on the sand and
send them skipping across waves,
edging into ocean’s surface sheen,
reflecting glimpses of sun’s light
slicing the day.

This poem is submitted for Open Link Night at dVersePoets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.

Photograph by Fran Hogan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


nance said...

skipping words across the water...
i like it.

the photo reminds me of snow on evergreen branches...like the ones i'm seeing out my window this morning.

Brian Miller said...

ha there is so much to words man...love the last bit there...the skipping of words across the surface...of course at times as well we skip across the surface of words and forget their power...

marousia said...

Love the last stanza especially

Wolfsrosebud said...

some wonderful things you're done with words... oh, that little tongue can encourage or offend

Laura said...

beautiful poem, just beautiful...words are powerful, they are magic, they can heal, they can scar... we must be respectful and use the with wisdom and care... and spare spilling them inappropriately...holding them tenderly in our hearts abiding silence to accentuate their sacredness from time to time.