These Are Our Words

In collaboration with Nellie Rose Pierce

These are our words, they fly like the birds

They climb through the air, they fall like the rain
They consume those lines and every shade of rhyme,
They ring out the bell when all the world is silent,
And the awful days of us we seek respite from
And in these awful days they're our only friends.
In each verse we play, the Hymn of life in grace
The jolly lines they flow from the same old Beck,
Though we taste its water from two very different places.
Down to the waterfall we hear the words so deep,
And those deepest thoughts, they tend to keep
Our hopes in light and those fears in dim...
Depths where darting salamanders swim
And leafmeal settles in the slanting rays
Of speechless suns traversing the world's rim.
I cup my palms here and I take a drink
(The heat has sprung sweat-drops upon my brow)
I leave my limbs here, and my stone-soul sinks
Into penultimate caverns, mountain-fed
And holds its breath there till it is called back
Into the dry day - but there it will have words
There words will oil its tongue, and it will sing.

Reviews

[Christina]

This poem radiates with such beautiful imagery, it takes the reader on such a journey. My favorites lines were
"I leave my limbs here, and my stone-soul sinks
Into penultimate caverns, mountain-fed
And holds its breath there till it is called back
Into the dry day(....)"
You paint very well with your words, it was an absolute pleasure to read!
Very wonderful writing, my friend and thank you for your review of my poem, it was lovely.

[Kathryn]

I love the strength and finality of the words :"And it will sing" at the very end. Again, the fact that you pepper your work with rhymes, without being bound to a solid structure is fascinating, and utterly beautiful. In some ways, this reminds me a little of reading shakespear: you read the meanings, not the words, to understand the story being woven. Beautiful work, well done :)

[Allen Smuckler]

This is a very thought out, creative write....The color and depth of each line brings texture and passion to the poem....It brings to light the importance, both negative and positive, our words have and play on each other...excellent....
allen