Words are ‘would’
words are ‘could’
words are ‘I can feel!’.
Words are feral things hiding in corners
words are broken things on the floor.
Words are etched on stone
words are carved into skin.
Words are dreams undreamt
words are selves unfound.
Words are hearts beating, breathing, breaking
words are where you land.
Words are expectations
words are primal needs.
Words are private and sacred
words won’t change the world.
Words help me remember that I exist
words are what I feel.
Words are all that I have sometimes
words are often too real.
Words are demons that plaque my dreams
words wake me from my sleep .
Words I covet, words I steal
words, my soul you will take.
*For dVersepoets.com*
Word... I like it, though it makes me strangely sad.
ReplyDeleteso much to words...i like them being feral because sometimes they have a mind of their own and yes they will take your soul...i covet words as well...
ReplyDeleteReally thought-provoking reflection on words. This one gets my creative muse itching to write my thoughts on what words are. Victoria
ReplyDeletelovely thoughts on words.
ReplyDeletewords are so much..isn't it fascinating...? i'm stunned over and over again and never really fully get their magic..
ReplyDeleteI covet the words too...words are magic!
ReplyDeleteenjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteHello,
How is your day?
Glad to land here,
Amazing poetic muses shared,
Smiles.
Welcome joining us for poets rally week 57,
A random poem or a free verse is okay.
Hope to see you in.
Happy Thursday.
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