words
Its words one hears adrift in there head,
Applied to canvass,
The unspoken word now fed.
Arranged in ways to make one feel,
Another’s souls carving.
The mediums that absorbs all,
as if it was starving.
Entrapping the architecture of a
well manipulated imagination.
Set loose to roam here and there,
Creating such a situation.
one that allows its entrapped companion
freedom from his present realm,
Something like a fatigued captain,
relieved from the helm.
The expressions,
amazingly with such depth,
And luster abound,
Arranged in a magical sense of beauty.
all there in a perfect cluster.
it’s the breath of life in physical form,
Entrapped on paper for ever more
10 03 2010.
I liked how you described the
I liked how you described the power of words throughout this poem. My favorite was "arranged in ways to make one feel another’s souls carving". That really sums up the origin of the words (from the soul) and the destination (to make another feel). I also like the way you described words as allowing "freedom from his present realm, something like a fatigued captain, relieved from the helm". Your ending is just perfect--"it's the breath of life in physical form, entrapped on paper for ever more". Good thing some words are entrapped forever, then they become classics and provide the example for us to follow. Perhaps you will be one! What a wonderful "word" that would be!