Words, words
Always too many words
White noise static
A cacophony a caucus
A raucous relentless ranting
In the depths of my mindlessness
An abundance of words in short supply
A ramble a rumble of words
A jangle a jumble of words
Tumbling twisting turning the page
Winding wending their way to my fingertips
Gentle now gentle
Coax them caress them woo them
The weft and warp of the weaver’s loom
Allow them to relax to rest
To be to believe
That there is room for all words
That all words are created equal
Every word is welcome and wanted
Allow them to breathe
To prove
To grow
Gentle now gentle
Wait….
Wait…
Now cull
Cull!
Eradicate erase annihilate
Show no mercy
No sacrifice is too great
To survive all must die
Crucify to resurrect
Slaughter mercilessly for it was a lie
All words are not created equal
Demand perfection
Demand perfection
A ramble a rumble of words
A jangle a jumble of words
Tumbling twisting turning the page
Too many words always too many words
An abundance in short supply
Supply and demand
Demand and supply
Supply and demand the right words
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The Three R's
It is said that there are three r’s
Reading ‘riting and ‘rithmetic
Rong.
The three r’s are in fact rumbling, ranting and ‘riting
The rumbling begins
An idea germinates in the hydroponic hothouse of your mind
A phrase here
A picture there
And so the words begin to grow
Slowly at first
Often vanishing just as quietly
Until one word, one phrase
Is written in flashing neon lights
And thus the ranting ignites
Building to a crescendo at terrifying speed
Words, words and more words
Jostling for prime position
Ricocheting through the silence of the night
Phrases and fragments
Similes and sentences
Metaphors and musings
Merging into a life force
A roar that cannot be ignored
A roar so intense it must be heard
And so we come to the last of the three r’s
(Which is not really an r at all)
Riting…or writing if you would prefer
Unable to hold back the floodgates any longer the author submits to the words
They spill out onto the page,
Viscous
Slippery
And undeniably untamed
Sweet relief!
And so the agony is over…
Or has it really just begun?
For it is an unmistakeable fact that there is a fourth, lesser known r
It is a poor cousin to the three r’s
Almost unwelcome in attendance
It bears not the excitement, the new birth of rumbling
Nor the perpetual energy of ranting
It brings not the relief of ‘riting
It is simply hard work.
Refining.
It’s almost a dirty word.
Reading ‘riting and ‘rithmetic
Rong.
The three r’s are in fact rumbling, ranting and ‘riting
The rumbling begins
An idea germinates in the hydroponic hothouse of your mind
A phrase here
A picture there
And so the words begin to grow
Slowly at first
Often vanishing just as quietly
Until one word, one phrase
Is written in flashing neon lights
And thus the ranting ignites
Building to a crescendo at terrifying speed
Words, words and more words
Jostling for prime position
Ricocheting through the silence of the night
Phrases and fragments
Similes and sentences
Metaphors and musings
Merging into a life force
A roar that cannot be ignored
A roar so intense it must be heard
And so we come to the last of the three r’s
(Which is not really an r at all)
Riting…or writing if you would prefer
Unable to hold back the floodgates any longer the author submits to the words
They spill out onto the page,
Viscous
Slippery
And undeniably untamed
Sweet relief!
And so the agony is over…
Or has it really just begun?
For it is an unmistakeable fact that there is a fourth, lesser known r
It is a poor cousin to the three r’s
Almost unwelcome in attendance
It bears not the excitement, the new birth of rumbling
Nor the perpetual energy of ranting
It brings not the relief of ‘riting
It is simply hard work.
Refining.
It’s almost a dirty word.
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