As long as
the sun warms our skin,
the flakes give it chill,
and the fire scars it,
it is the same.
Tag: words
Why
We’ve never
just been
beings of
how,
but things
of why.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXII
I’ve been terrified
by things many
but nothing
has shaken me
like
how much
I love you.
Written Lovers
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVI
“What do you have to offer me?” she asked.
Nervously, I answer:
“I function within an economy
of words,
and I can offer you
a library
of books
written about the way
you look tonight.”
Mocked
Can you beleive
how they mock me
for the way that I speak?
“Logan uses big words now.”
There’s nothing so
beautifully individual
as one’s pattern of speech,
the path to self-expression,
the words that hang on your lips,
whispering to the listener
the secrets about who you are
and where you’ve been.
It’s ok if I’m sad,
but weird if I’m morose or sullen.
It’s normal if I’m happy
but too much if I’m euphoric.
I won’t reduce my language
just so that you like the sound if it.
(I don’t, and would not, hurl insults at another’s self-expression, and I won’t carry shame — or ignominy, if you don’t mind — for mine.)
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem IX
I edit my work,
but not early
as often
as my work
edits me.
