Hand of Precious Entity

A first attempt sestina I wrote back in the day of angst.

One may never know the power of words.

A voice in the air can leave laughing

folks with their heads in the clouds.

Others will suffer a painful scar

as thoughts begin to break

free from the prison of their mind.

A pyramid grows inside your mind,

and it is building bricks of words 

that will never think of taking a break.

You may end up on the top laughing

down at the world, but a scar

of intelligence will rise above clouds.

Wonders will whirl in scenic clouds

with knowledge to help another mind.

They need the sting of your scar

to feel the tragedy in the words

that once had kept them laughing.

Only then, can smiles break.

That turning cheek of yours will break

when the rain of ignorance falls from the clouds.

You won't be the one laughing

after I fill that empty mind.

The grip of all my words

can carve a heart as your scar.

Every person must have a scar;

our skin can always break.

But those lovely, gallant words

keep faith in our stormy clouds,

when insanity twists the mind

into a world of constant laughing.

But there is nothing wrong with laughing

once we learn to cherish our scar.

There will be times when you break,

and torture will haunt your mind.

And when you're tossed inside the clouds,

don't forget to use your words.

You can break the clouds by

laughing at your scar, but only

words will change human mind.

Author's Note

Any thoughts?

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Fascinating perceptions; smart crafting.
Very fine work, J!

[Janine Boiselle]

Thank you Frankie :) as you can see, I don't have much of a response from the public on this piece, so this was much appreciated. Is there anything you think I can do to make this poem better?

[Jimmy Yetts]

No. You're the creator of this piece--and a more than able poet.
Get your work noticed by reviewing a lot of fellow members work.
Good luck, Janine!

[Janine Boiselle]

Thanks again for the compliment and the added advice. I'll get right on it!