Brandon Cabaniss


My Words - Poem by Brandon Cabaniss

Haven't I said once before
that My Words are not a chore,
My Phrases have no complex meter,
my Words no rhythm.
Quick stacatto beats
that-shootoutsoundlesslyasconsantsandvow els-only
to then fall back and slow, and wait, just mello, and sit
Upon your ear, and slow, and wait,
Like moving through moleasses in January while
being attacked by bees.

My Words are not powerfull or Strong!
Mountains do not tremble(i cannot even stir a thimble)
My Words seem like wind; gentle breezes
(not harsh sneezes) that softly ripple a lake
Preventing stagnate thought
to Die and accumulate,

Proving Such:
MY Words hold no Clout,
No discernment made throughout
(notions You will not Hear) and
yet, My Voice does not disappear,
Because Words never Die,
They Soar up on High.

Words Never Die.
They take Root and flourish, sprouting as seeds,
Bespoken from My mouth to fall and become Mighty trees.
Growing as Oak and Sycamore, growing HigherHigher, Evermore!
Showing gravity who's boss.

And Yet;
My Words are My Words;
Just Words,
and Yours can be the same.
(Because Words never Die.)
They Grow Wings-And Fly!


Comments about My Words by Brandon Cabaniss

  • (5/30/2008 12:23:00 AM)

    you're right...words this good will never die...loved the line: 'like moving through molasses in January while being attacked by bees'...great work (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 29, 2008



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