Sunday, November 29, 2020

Where do words come from?

Where do words come from?

The air, 

like specks of dust

floating free, unseen,

until they fall

onto the page?


The heart, 

flowing through 

your veins

and arteries 

until they reach 

your hand?


The eyes, 

seeing so much 

beauty in the world

you can't help

recording what

they see?


The pen, 

in your hand,

moving across the page

leaving words behind

as proof that you were here

if only for the blink

of an eye?


The breath, 

out of which each word 

forms and is brought 

into being?

1 comment:

Graham Salisbury (Sandy) said...

This is really nice, Bruce. Words, to me, come from all those places. They swarm around us, begging to be appreciated. We only have to open the door and let them in ... then out, infused with our own particular sense of creative appreciation. On 11.29.2020 you opened the door and look what came in. Wow. Sweet deal. I say!