The titles.
Empty
Incandescent
The marvelous vanity of soap bubbles
Opalescent, filled with light and the breath
Silvers flickering over rainbowed sheen
Glowing with a borrowed light
Wafting sweetly in the breeze
Worlds of water and of soap
Ephemeral as our own.
Creation
Galaxies,
caught in the branches of trees
preform the dance of fireflies
falling in love
creating new stars
above my head.
How to tell you
Words I speak to you
float softly in the air and
dissipate like scent.
Words I write to you
sink deep, ink into paper
and live forever.
Meaty
Words, written a world ago
proclaiming deep human truth
are marinate over the years,
picking up flavors from--
the empires and the royals
the communists and the anarchists
the peace-lovers and the warriors
the believers and the atheists
the rock n' rollers and the classicists
the minorities and the masses--
And the words become something more
than they were written to be.
I really don't think the last title works,so that'll change before long....
Rosie~
ReplyDeleteI was *just* having a conversation about the change in the meaning of words over time! The conversation was with regards to a commentary by Francis Schaeffer...anyways, that convo came at perfect timing to read and appreciate your poem "Meaty"
Love it!!
PS~ "Empty" is my favorite!
ReplyDeleteYour word usage is a delicious feast of lyrics not used often enough....