A Word Is A Yes And Sometimes No (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A word is a yes and sometimes no,
The fluttering unfinished page;
A time between the lines and a go,
The air of nothing and rage.
The whirlwind of appearances,
The trees of names and body;
Among the lines and acceptances,
The spirit and the cleft of gaudy.

Footsteps into the next room,
Will lead a way to no return;
The feelings that will become doom,
As the ways to flesh adjourn.
Among the words that on show,
Like the leaves between the white;
Or the day that in silence grow,
When distances have more appetite.

A word is a yes and sometimes no,
Though full of life in giving birth;
To all the hours that onward flow,
And you in your thoughts think of worth.
Unreal speech in keeping still,
The strands of language real - unreal;
Before it evaporates to fulfill,
Each of its dark corner and bastille.