Every Word



“Every word

was once

a poem.”


― Ralph Waldo Emerson






Thought was

Once a poem

Before there were words





sensual overload

nature explodes in the spring

words fail to describe




love, life, history, mystery
poetic themes that include adultery
written to pique the imagination
another vague form of communication

happy to expand the vocabulary
singing like the proverbial canary
to some the words create the music
others hear only the elevator musak

few are those who hear the Universe in silence
most serious concerns for their mental imbalance
today we will let the word choose the poem
sound or meaning, exuberant or solemn

always the poem that never ends
lame excuses and false amends
form, meter, rhyme the words intend
doesn’t every poet just pretend.

ME and the Boss







About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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