We learn a language, we learn to use words which are defined and have the meanings that were given by our ancestors, improved by our linguists and so on. Words delineate every thing from everything. It’s quite simple when we think about the words that define objects (material things). But when it comes to the
Little stones in the lake we cast. (Their ripples caressed.) Hypnotic to our eyes, they vanished in one purple embrace. The lake remained himself. We rustled vowels to the sea. (Their sounds conjoined.) Harmonic convergence of our hearts the vowels absorbed. The sea remained herself. Mountains of words we climbed. (Their paths intertwined.) Hailed to
Around So much illness around the feeling! Such poison covering its flesh! But what a light arises from the soul just to come down upon the body after a war of words, just afterwards!
Words Words, take her with you Let her rest in your rhyme Words, take her away Somewhere, be on time Words, ease her breathing Lay her softly on the floor There, let her linger And listen like ever before Leave, her windows, uncovered at night And fill her room with the city lights As they
For https://dversepoets.com/2018/04/05/openlinknight-217/ Last summer I started writing my thoughts in English. I don’t know why. Phrasing in English, whatever I was experiencing, was not a choice of the ego-mind. It simply came this way, it has been born this way. A cycle of poems entitled Parentheses (The Diary of Renovation) grew out while parentheses became