.words Poem by YURI DURAAN
.words
WORDS….
They are like the wind
playing
touching
they tear at my skin and
penetrate through
my layers
of thought, of being
they hold me captive for
a while….
only to set me free in a
whirlwind of leaves
falling
falling
WORDS….
sometimes they fail me
their fickleness
scratching
at my conscience
toying with my soul…
and not the wind
or any of the elements
can compare
or rise in retribution
as I’m reaching
for words
falling
falling
Words really could make or break you...so precious they are yet free in so many ways................gentle words fall into this poem...10
Very touchy and very frank, that a poet should be with words fine work friend 10
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5/6/2024 7:59:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The repetition of falling in both stanzas caught my eye, sounds like calling, makes one want to voice out this poem in its true nature, it is automn ofcourse so that takes significance too but with all the clever wit of this poem, I'm Almost at a loss for words.