Borrowed

 

I borrowed some words once

found them floating on the wind.

They were breezy little words

full of fun and laughter.

I held them close.

We smiled and sang.

And letter by letter,

I spelled them out

for you to see.

 

No, the poem's not signed.

Foolish man--these words

were never mine

to begin with.

 

They were only borrowed

from the wind.

 

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

gorgeous. i adore the ending - "the little man" and words being borrowed from the wind so you can't claim them as your own! fantastic idea. :)

"I held them close.

We smiled and sang."

adorable. the lilting laughing quality of those lines is adorable, and really catches the reader.

[AK]

"borrowed words"... That truly is what we do, isn't it?
We borrow our words from the ages to capture thoughts or ideas or experiences. The same common words describe the same ancient thoughts, ideas, and experiences that have been shared among so many for so long.
I like the "not signed" idea. Our words will endure long after we have been forgotten.
Beautifully done!

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This was good! It reminded me of poems by Emily Dickinson! I loved it. Short and simple but it said a lot.

[J]

It makes me think of 'kamikaze' in the fruitful sense ('divine wind', its original meaning I think, before WWII bombers tarnished that thought), and how much I fully agree with it--that inspiration comes from somewhere, channelled, from up high maybe, from a heady mix of experience and inexplicable 'nothingness' all at once... it's fleeting, mercurial, a teasing taste of a chef's teaspoon, so to speak.

That's what I think.
J =)

[Chloe]

Ha, this is exactly what every writer usually tends to do! I never write about the actual experience of writing, but you mastered it so well I think I might need to start writing of writing. This is really inspiring. I love the way you included the wind. It's like, vocabulary is one huge windstorm with capabilities of powerful destruction. And writers have the capability of snatching one little leaf from it's gust and transforming it into a masterpiece. Or sometimes, you have those painfully hot days, and a light breeze comes and releaves you. Great personification.

[Drea]

I simply don't know what to say. This is such a simple yet amazing piece. So honest and true yet presented with grace and compassion. The writer faces this dilema with frustration; consternation; regret; sadness; and such a rainbow of emotions. We stretch and twist and grasp for words only to find they've already been said; to find that starlight in our hands charred in the lines of our palms. I think of the likes of Twain and Suess who simply created new stars to grasp.
Though what ryhmes with inky side wrongkerds?

[SweetPeachesAlways]

Borrowed words, yes, too true...Very good write.

[Rod Zinkel]

You are always good at describing something of the writing process itself.

[Amor-de-angel]

What a beautiful charming little poem. So light and fresh. Glad that they blew your way for you to share with me.

[Robert Luna]

This a wonderful piece. I love the heart and whispering sense that it leaves floating in my head with such wisdom and perfect timing. I am always so happy to read your words and the wonderful inspiration I find in them.


Always a Great Job!!!!!

[Yemaya Theresa]

Lovely, I guess we all borrow words. I'm even doing it now. *wink*