These Words

Rondeau Form Poetry

They silently speak, these words

Woven with intricacy, intentions heard

Brought from an inner source, tormentingly loud

These words begin to take shape, writers shroud

Created from flash vision, concepts absurd

They speak of love, hate, joy and hurt

Spun in soliloquy, tied to a flock of birds

Sending it forth into the heavens, to rest on a cloud

                 ...They silently speak

To the single, to the many, these voices meld and curd

Uniting the worlds souls in thought, unison in verbs

Syllables string and unite, beating harmonies proud

To rest in the hearts of all, quietly resound

They silently inspire, these words

               ...They silently speak

        

Reviews

[Jesse N. Wall]

and yes they do.