One at a time trembles upon my lips before spilling forth.
Slowly picking up speed they flow at first like a lazy undulating stream through a crowded wood.
And then as the pressure builds towards release like a raging rapids words leap over submerged emotion, rushing forth to be expressed, to share, to enlighten, to dance, to rage, to comfort, to share...
Always to share.
That internal need to share one's self through the use of words whether spoken or written.
Guess I'm just weird, but the only kind of "sharing" coming to my mind while reading this usually takes place in the privacy of a bedroom.
I do recognize, however, that "To share words" is truly a great poem.
Orgasmicly good!
(Or should it be "orgasmically "? Not sure, right now. Oh well, It'll come
to me.)
What a generous poem, not only in the sharing of the scene, the ever increasing display of your intention but, the actual giving of thoughts and emotions to others. It takes a good person to use her words so skillfully and gently. Thank you.
This is so true.. The backbone of who we all are or could be.. "The internal need to share.." then "spoken or written"..the magic of the dreams, the tales, the web's we weave all put out there from that need to express ourselves deeply with others..to feel connected.. :) Love it Judy..xxx
Writing poetry is like reaching out to higher thoughts, and a lot of the time poems are the only places such thoughts are welcome. I enjoyed reading this.
To share our thoughts, anger, sadness, or happiness, we are expressions waiting to be heard…Tell it to the world, and open your heart and the heart of another…