WORDS ABOUT WORDS
Words drift in my mind like feathers in the wind,
Gently floating, gliding, coming, and going.
Words escape my lips like soapy bubbles
Shimmering in the evening sun and bursting
As if they never were...
I cannot help but wonder:
Where do they go once spoken?
Do they buddy up in the Ether
In sentences still unbroken?
Do they fly away like a winged murmur
Searching to build their nest in open minds?
Or do they hover in the stratosphere
Like rusty satellites in need of repair?
Once spoken, they take on a life of their own
And freely roam the atmosphere.
Their malevolence causes pained frowns
Their benevolence acts as a soothing balm.
Based on their meaning, their weights differ:
Some are well worth their weight in gold
While others never could win a tug-of-war
Nor tip the odds in their favor.
Beware of your secret power!
Carefully select your 'wordrobe'
So that it never goes out of style
And never lands in a junk pile.
Loved infused words surely ascend
Like the fragrance of a prized incense.
They sneak their way into aching hearts
And induce them to slow dance.
Words dipped in darkness never rise to the light
Yet the light can reveal their bareness
And help them find their way out of their stinky dungeons
Like seedlings breaking through the frozen ground
Offering their baby faces to be kissed by the sun.
Anyas Spencer, February 26, 2016