Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Crossroads of Words

Words in a dictionary crouch in their shapes
away from bad dreams unraveled in words,
away from metaphors confusing clarity
with slack springs drawn taut with wit

Word is a thing spoken, deposited,
joined in a fine seam, shoved into
thickets, leading and following
on the same line, with the same breath

Any word is both an inside and an outside;
gallant in front of a sovereign Khedive,
coarse when forced to stare at a seaman
keelhauled on a whaling ship

Some people lose words, sounds bend
in silence and then dissemble. Others
reel words out like seed threading
a furrow and wait for listeners

Linda Watskin ©2010

4 comments:

  1. Linda,
    I love what you did with the prompt.
    Pamela

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  2. Linda, this poem of yours fits well under your blog title. You looked at words in many ways, each of them unique and depthful. Well composed.

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  3. I especially liked the last stanza, brought it into everyday for me, with the sadness and the madness of it.

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  4. The third stanza does it for me; words from two very different worlds!

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