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Friday, July 6, 2012

Ode to Words


I praise hidden thoughts that loop again,
ideas amorphous and vague given shape,
spinning freely from a liberating pen,
that evolving step between man and ape--
how is it, these lines sinuous and ornate,
can amuse, anger, evoke love and hate?
Shooting like arrows as the mind reloads,
things that calm, caress, hit and explode--
a ticker in the mind, running all the time,
scalding, harsh, smooth, sometimes rhymed,
mercurial messengers under some command--
obedient, insolent, issued from mouth and hand
getting us closer to it—all the way? Not quite.
Dispelling some darkness to light the night.

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