the chaos of words

the chaos of words can be a symphony

at times noble enough to leap into the sky

though some are grim enough to savor the grave

in the end as each word finds

a home

an ear poised for feeding

the mighty poet plants a seed

that sprouts like whimsical thunder

Reviews

[Beccy]

I often wonder at the trigger inside; how a stray though can birth a poem; and no matter it be a mighty ode or a few simple lines, to birth it is what counts.

I think us poets are a lucky breed; and I cannot imagine not being able to unravel the chaos, or indeed the symphony within.

Beccy.

[emmajoy]

To hear or not to hear, that is the question? There's civility in this, an offering to be taken or refused. The chaos can indeed by a symphony but oh how dramatic its clamour if it hits the appropriate senses.

Fine language.. brevity intuitive.