The measure of words
Poem
Short and sweet
Rhyming, timing, symbolizing
Still words run deep
Narrating, describing, climaxing
Rich and full
Prose
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Labourer
Working on the lines,
it’s just another day of
working on the lines.
To the death
I have loved and lost,
and buried my heart so I
would not love again.
Journey
The storm and the song
carry me along
through war and strife,
this tumultuous life,
to where I belong.
Tender
Take care whom you hold –
unworthy arms will never
treat you with respect.
The Eye of the Storm
All of the noise
from the girls and boys
makes me crawl in my skin;
their damnable din
challenges my poise.
Close to our heart
The words that hurt most
come from the mouths of those whom
we most desire praise.
Mute
I am dumbfounded;
the words catch in my throat, and
they refuse to budge.
Foreign
Language,
cascading words,
alien syllables,
hide a depth and meaning beyond
our ken.
The catch
Just what should I say
to the people who’ve hurt me.
My words have failed me.
A (wise) man of two faces 