Every Word... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every word has its own way
In different elements of meaning
With each other they do on play
Together in their contravening

Something there to achieve or speak
When mind in thoughts is collecting
Anything that comes then to peak
Within interests and connecting

Thought put together with new gist
Language of Poetry with its own deep
Usually in conversation missed
Awakened up from its reality sleep

When thoughts go wander into dark
A feeling’s mood or frame of mind
From pondering of profound spark
When you don't know what you'll find

Something in silences flow
From the time that keeps coming still
When minutes are in their ticktack go
With each attributes to times fulfill

Every word that weaves its thread
In colorful glimpses and philosophy
Within its way and ageless spread
Those always around to wander free