The Boy of Words Who Never Had Spoken

THE BOY OF WORDS WHO NEVER HAD SPOKEN

The boy of words who never had spoken

Stood at the edge of a universe hurt

And silently wept for dreams become cursed

And daydreams and rainbows all but broken.

Yes.  Even these he had barely known -- when

Each one collapsed and each one deserted

What had already been a damaged world --

Where it seemed most everyone was no one.

His tears turned to ice -- and then to diamonds --

A miracle wrought -- and value declared --

Despite the sad stillness of the moment...

For beauty is beauty -- never undone --

Nor be so true wonder -- the child of care --

These -- and love too -- eternally present.

Reviews

[cooper]

It made me feel science fiction like a ray Bradbury essence. It was cool, enjoyed!

[Firestone Feinberg]

I am honored even to be mentioned on the same page as RB! Thanks for you unusual and thoughtful comment. You opened my eyes to a new way of seeing this poem. Thanks again, David

[sithlordjp]

Wow. This is just beautiful. I see him so clearly, that boy... Would the words have made any difference in saving the universe? Without language, are there thoughts? He is alone and his own God maybe, no one to blame, and no one to save, it's all on him... For "beauty is beauty" indeed... He saves his world, his inner world, through the love of all that could be, and that my friend, doesn't require saying a single word... Brilliant writing sir!

[Firestone Feinberg]

I am very touched by your keen and kind review. I'm sure you can guess who the boy is. You understand my meaning -- perfectly. Thanks for your care, jp. --david