A poem attempting to visualise how thoughts traverse the mind of the writer. |
Words The words come and the words go Swiftly and smoothly, Passing through the echo chamber Like the misty image of a distant past Indiscernible yet unmistakable Like a prophesy yet unfulfilled Whispering uncertain destinies, Holding time to ransom Searching for anything, Hoping for something, Promising nothing, Desperate for shape and form, Smothered by light and dark, Tarrying for a moment then fleeting Flirting with images, shapes and sounds Waxing, waning like dusk and dawn Humming harmonious, sweet melodies, Chanting ancient incantations, Conjuring fantasy and fear, Daring to dream, Teasing fate with temptation The words drift, Like the sombre slither of silent clouds Ushered by a gentle wind, Pregnant with anger, pain, peace and love Drunk with the Brownian rhythm of life Bursting forth in gallant bravado, Subserviently submitting to thoughtful confines The words come, Inspired by everything and nothing Written in stone by the hand of God Etched in hearts by the voice of God Blinding the ears of men Like thunder and lightening Exposing Trojan truths Daring perception beyond it boundaries Fixing, mending, bowing, breaking the words come and the words go… |