I was cleaning out some files today and came across this poem I wrote seventeen years ago. It’s truth remains.
Sweet, wild, wonderful words
Solid, gentle or vicious
Velvety, windswept, marvelous words
Spill on the page delicious.
Language and paper when combined
In rhythmic pulse cascade
Calm the heart or kill the soul
With neither oil nor blade.
The power, taste, touch and smell
Of words undressed and real
From writers pens flow out with ease
Their purpose to fulfill.
Taste and see, the good book says
God’s words, weighty and strong
Only those thoroughly chewed
Can be added to life’s song.
Words are life, and words are death
Power unleashed divine
Whether we speak or write the words
The choice is yours and mine.