Every Word

.

.

“Every word

was once

a poem.”

.

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

.

.

Elfje

.

Every

Thought was

Once a poem

Before there were words

Written

.

Haiku:

.

sensual overload

nature explodes in the spring

words fail to describe

.

Poem:

.

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

.

.

.

.

..

A Voice

.

.

“Was not writing poetry

a secret transaction,

a voice answering a voice?”

.

~ Virginia Woolf

.

.

Elfje:

.

sound

carrying thoughts

tone and inflection

quietly in my mind

voices

.

Haiku:

.

nobody but you

alone is not possible

the universe speaks

.

Poem:

.

to myself only am I known
the heart and soul always masked
always pretending to be alone

the projected persona is gregarious
the insides are roiling and knotted
if you knew, it would be hilarious

at one time the emotions were perceived as suffering
over the years those feelings have become quotidian
I now find that my misery is habitual and comforting

found a friend with whom I could commensurate
a loving Higher Power who has all of the answers
He notes that my emotional responses are inveterate

new sympathies for the old dog are difficult at best
a better way of thinking has become my quest

.

ME and the Boss

.

.

.

.

..