Punctuation

It was just a few millennia ago
we stepped past the fire in front of the cave
and set upon the building of a tongue--
noun to verb to adjective, each an answer
for awhile until we knew that there was more.

Then when we could communicate, and think,
new options were there to dazzle us:
That which makes  of routine a stopping point;
that which wrings creativity from an ordinary life.
diverting us from "now" to "perhaps."

For a little while tranquility reigned,
to set the heart ablaze.
Comma, period, ellipsis, question--
we were carried away. Home was the heartland;
sorrow, joy, grief and celebration could be ours.

The breath, however, could not be confined
to marks beside the words when humankind
would yield to hate and love. 
Those contend within us still; the field
more wide than life or death.

It is the words that tear at us.
Devices decorate as writers 'servants
and there is no end. The life calls forth
its irony and ghosts alone are left,
bearing their question marks

into an unknown forever.
      ~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

It often seems the higher we reach for those things outside of us, the more we lose sight of what's really important: our own humanity. I always turn to your writing for a bit of clarity. I've missed you.

[Dean]

I've missed you, too. Let's stay in touch.

[charlie]

Melvyn Bragg's "Adventures of English" springs to mind