On Words Poem by Sidi Mahtrow
On Words
For some its rap with its cadence
Others prefer a slow waltz in a flowing sense
But words in joy regardless of the delivery
Are meant to tease and stimulate the hearer.
While spoken in anger words cannot be recovered
For once cast out they are discovered
To be the end, not the beginning
Of expression that is now destroying.
And yet words are the music of creation
When proper choice are man's salvation
Showing the inner spirit and the soul
Of those both young and old.
Merry Christmas!
(Think about it.)
The Dance Of Words
An afternoon of music, a feeling...
Horizon crimson in the zenith of the firmament
Moment expected in yearning
As a garden waiting for the dawn
The words bloom in our being
With rhythmic movements and cadences
Dance smooth in curves delusional
Among complicit smiles of lovers
How serene lake water's
It involves me smart leader
Of the universe infinite of words
And dancing, follow happily
The finale say goodbye is slowly
As a dropp of dew on the leaf
That tenuous thrill, nostalgic retract
And sweetly falls...
Verinha Mariano
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