Words In Nine Lines, Or Any Number Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Every word can be a peppermint.
If it is a proper name, then
It is special, a branded chocolate
you can put it in your mouth
Such and lick but not gulp it down
Bite and masticate and savor it
Word will yield its essence to you
And become part of your memory structure
With sound, music and meaning.

Every word is also a jail
Holding its inmates
With its own measurements
Having different appetities
And alive for different tenures,
Disappearing only when she decides.
I cannot imagine that my life
Can continue as it is without words
And yet I dont pause to poemize them!