Words! Poem by David Taylor

Settled in a flow,
a self opinionated glow
of well tried and tested
ways of saying
what I want to say
and thinking someone
might want to know.
Well hell
how did I reach this place
of nice words
and nicer plays
on words, just words?

The pen is mightier
than a sword?
Sharp pens with
a slashing, cutting discord
pierce the hearts of who
and piecing what will they do?
In times gone by
physicians would shed blood
to cure the ills not understood
now in our enlightened times
leeches are not applied
but scalpels cutting through our hide.

Words that penetrate the heart
carry what we would impart.
Be careful what we write
words can cut and bite.