WORDS BIG AND SMALL
rings and roses vanish, fleet and pass without leaving a trace.
but words are forever so, speak for this love lives on words
and words alone can ink themselves deep into my heart and
not rings, not roses, not a new house. no. no.
speak and i will live on your words, i will drink every word and i will
follow the breath of your lips to where it will land a new loving word.
no rings, no roses – they vanish, they fleet, they pass;
speak! and i will swallow your words deep into me
and make of them my core and essence. yes. yes.
keep speaking and giving me words big and small.
my darling artist, keep talking, writing and
painting your words and in all of them i will delight.
but like my Lord i will ask again that if you build me a mansion then you
should build it in the path of a flood.
Beautiful poem Donald. The power, beauty and hurt of words are more so because they are essential to our lives, even those who cannot speak with sound still use words through their hands or eyes
Thank you, Sokari. Words are everlasting.
So true, so right, so clear, that words are so much more than buildings and structures.