Words Want to be Admonished

If you post here, I believe you will understand

Words Want to be Admonished

Why perchance to dream

when the dream is too big

to put my head down and settle

when the cold wind of doubt blows

I retreat from my obligation.

 

Passion for and love of, the word,

the phrase,

the simile and metaphor

they bite at me, tear at my soul

to be released,

admonished, in screams

of ink on a page.

 

Reverberation of the prophetic

and simple pleasures of thought

words on canvas that please the ear

soothe the worn

gird the weak

poke the lazy minds to stir.

 

How is it that we with the gift,

the curse,

look the other way

while the stern hand of articulation

pushes our heads back towards

the painful

deep and dark place

where dwelling thoughts

turns of phrase, crave the light,

burn into our minds then fade.

 

I have forgotten more poetic and twisted lines

than most will ever know

yet here I am,

selfish,

afraid,

confused and baffled

utterly, silent.