MY WORDS

(To an internet poetry site)

my tongue has curled
these drowning seeds
and slipped them through this void    
the darkness catches them in flight
in whispered webs of cosmic light
i watch them disappear
then gently silently alight
upon another’s ear

sometimes my words
like wilting weeds
are hurled through this abyss
i throw them there so eagerly
and watch them being devoured
your thoughts are sometimes sealed
sometimes a comment is revealed
sometimes my words are soured

poetry is a leap of faith
not something done for money
we take these acrid ancient lies
and turn them into honey
it’s proof that we can still survive
revive our innocence and truth
live to claim our foolish youth
sweetness from a stinging hive

(Digitally Enhanced Photograph: Creatures in the undergrowth by Carlton)
© Carlton Carr 2013-10-24
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