Sunday, August 2, 2009

Poem

Where do the words come from?
In stillness and quiet
Every simple thing
is set in stone

Never to be
taken away

The explication
and application
a wandering voice

Given freedom
a chance
to breathe

comfortably
upon the page

`x~William ~ copyright: 08/01/09.

6 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

Nice. Also, where does anything come from? Or, why not nothing. Let go into the mystery.

William H. Balzac said...

Gerry~ The mystery of where our words come from is what I was trying to highlight. The question you raise is an important one. Why choose one way to express a thought? What impels one to seek greater metaphors, or symbols, or emotion, from the words we use? It is what we look for in poetry; that unseen element which makes a singular view, universal.
Thank you for seeing this & commenting.

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alwayswinner786 said...

What a wonderful thought William!
Keep sharing.
Your friend Always.

William H. Balzac said...

Alwayswinner786~~It's a writers thought for sure. The mystery of our wordsmithing is one I've thought about for a long time. Words, really are so important; the words we use must be logical, thoughtful in conveying things we may not have known that we knew. That's mystery: How do we know what we know?; and, how can that slight bit of knowing be articulated in an interesting way: A thought of Thinking Person's Poem, where the reader doesn't have to do a lot of thinking...The flow of the words & the meaning is clear.

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Thanks, again, for being a friend & follower

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Lil Bit said...

Where? ... from our superconscience. lol ;)

No matter where, let them come.

William H. Balzac said...

Lil Bit~~That where all our thoughts come from! Our super-conscience!lol!

Let it ride, s/h!

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