~Words~

A little bundle of word bits~ Not necessarily in any shape or form.

Strange

How strange it is how words are arrows

The bacteria filled mouth its bow

The mind the string

Intentions the force 

Like the Greek Gods

Such history and charm 

Though not connected in the slightest.

They paint pictures in the minds of one mind.

Tracing patterns on the wall of our lives.

Timeworn wallpaper showing the worse of wear

In need of a needle and thread

In need of careful hands to bring it back to its prime

Wallpaper isn't the point

There is no point

We do what we do 

Only to continue to fade and gather dust in time

Words

Search and rescue

Treasure

Fractals of our lives

Reviews

[Writer #00]

"minds of one mind"

An amazing paradox artfully positioned.

"Fractals of our lives"

Words really are just that. Tools to measure the irregular organization of every life.
Bravo. An encore unto itself.

[Silent Raven]

This actually made me think, making me reflect upon your words and combining my life with them. Wonderful job.

[Summer D.]

Strange indeed. I absolutely adore your use of phrasing to show the process of archery. Fantastic. It flowed together wonderfully and it was wonderful to read aloud. Ending? Fantastic. I'm running out of compliments for this piece, however scattered it may be, but I'll say it one more time.

Fantastic

*100*

YT,

Summer