Words
I write
Sequences of words,
Meaningless,
And vest them with
As much meaning
As life.
posted by Hashi @ 6:29 PM
4 comments
Possibility
If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, -- that you have but slumber'd here, while these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck, now to scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call: so, good-night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Sequences of words,
Meaningless,
And vest them with
As much meaning
As life.
4 Comments:
I let go,
and hear you,
plug a leak,
in my own power,
again...
Everywhere,
are mirrors,
that I may see again.
I try to escape
the tyranny of words,
of the rhetoric
they weave ...
only to drape
the naked beauty of life
the beauty that is felt,
devoid of meaning ...
tense and taught,
with raw expression
I'm afraid I don't have an effort of my own to contribute, but I did want to look in and say that I like this piece even better than Moments. To express an important idea in a short jewel of a poem -- this is a valuable and impressive skill, one which you clearly possess.
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