Meaning's Slipknot Poem by Richard Weissman

I awoke grasping for meaning,
As the music of words slipped through greedy fingers,
Like toddlers coveting sand 'midst sand-filled beaches,
Without the meat of their palms.
And emotions, like the tides, ebbed and flowed,
'Til the search for meaning fled and feelings alone were honored,
But feelings oft'times are nameless, faceless, meaningless.
And the music of words slipped through greedy fingers,
Like toddlers coveting sand 'midst sand-filled beaches,
Without the meat of their palms.