One Word: Meaning
the first stanza completed in the requisite minute. The rest? Well…
the words the look the sound
the meaning can be found in
many places and ways of hearing
and seeing and your heart knows what it
knows but is it the meaning
the where we’re from and where we go
the who and when of all
the more and less than what is really
truly spun out of the thought
we say what we mean but
mean what we say or what
you hear and read take all within
my words transform
to your words your alchemy will
spell the magic of the is and was
and will become and you will write
and I will write and ripples flow
and we the stone that’s thrown
touch words across the miles
the stories of our words
of poem and tale and form
take pieces of the writer
dreamer poet soul of
all the writers poets
tellers of stories and fill
an ocean of emotion and history
a mystery to me and all
the tenuous connections of
humanities’ inventions
chronicled here and there and
now again go out
come back and never left
not bereft but more added
piled high to night
the fire burns and never
ever goes out
Thank you for sparking a philosophical reverie on my part, especially with that second stanza. Meaning for the speaker/writer vis-a-vis meaning for the listener/reader; the space between can be comfortable or uncomfortable, hopefully the former. 🙂 Cheers.
Thank you for your visit and your kind words. It is a miraculous thing to me that we each bring everything that is in us to what we write and in return read and somewhere in between – magic happens 🙂
Very much like the middle – fulcrum – stanza, with my favorite line included: spell the magic of the is and was . . .