Words
I am porous
I absorb images,
cling to sounds
defending my life
from darkness
I store nature
a thunderstorm
a rainbow
a crooked stream
once blessed by the sun
feel each word
see it in your mind’s eye
create it on paper
build your world
away from the dark
words kiss each day
hello
a tone I grew to know
your voice I teach to
others
a world of light
found another day
perhaps tomorrow
will be shade
words tell me so
I hear them – clearly
Words, you certainly have a way with them!
Thanks, Nancy, for another great one.
JM