writing
A Poem A Day #466: Mnemonic
My Poem “In Their Own Words”
Words are powerful... Words are meaningful... Words can only have their required impact when they are used in combination with other words that interlock either side of them in a sentence... Words can be the key to deciphering a particular reference... Words can only mean what they do when they have lived a life of interchangeability... Words are used in unison with sounds and images when we dream or when we wish to convey a thought, an idea, a message to those close, far, intentionally, or accidentally. We can find words... We can lose words... We can adopt words... We can save words... We can build are world and a life with words... We can watch someone be brought to their knees with words - because words have a weight to them, words have a gravity to them, words have a way about them that when evoked in a certain way, and when innunciated in a particular fashion by a diction-endowed individual, can open minds, ears, eyes, mouths, to such a degree that allows for the continuance of language, in all its forms, throughout the infinite universes that harbor many different worlds, many different sunrises, many different communicators, authors, dreamers, artists, writers, poets capable of telling their own story, but only in their own words.
A Poem A Day #465: A Stream of Starlight
A Poem A Day #464: The Brightest of the Bright
A Poem A Day #463: New Horizons
A Poem A Day #462: The Best of All Dreams
A Poem A Day #461: Show You The Way
A Poem A Day #460: Environmental Clock
My Poem “The World Beyond”
The world can change for all of us very quickly... the world we always knew can seem something and somewhere different when something unexpected happens... the world can be many things to many people beyond what can be seen... the world we have always been familiar with can always have layers to it that can lead to a world within that has a music to it that, when the time is right, you can hear if and when you choose to listen. The world does not end below our feet, nor above our head... the world is sometimes only seen for what it truly is when we look but do not think... the world does not rest... the world is everything that has happened, everything that will happen, and everything that we can only dream of when we blink. The world is bigger than can be imagined... the world is to what we all are bound... the world is what we receive messages from and it is to whom our wishes are sent... the world is growing rapidly every day, and though the world will never be as we want it to be there will always be more than our eyes can show us - because there will always be a world beyond.
