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From the dawn of human history; we have used words to invoke our gods, exorcise our demons, express our love, our hate, start wars, and broker peace. Words are magic.
They can be used as daggers as well as healing balms to weeping wounds.
Words have power. The power to evoke emotions and feelings, to express our deepest ideas and even our darkest or brightest dreams. Words can inspire as well as destroy.
Through words we are able to liberate our thoughts and transform or transport ourselves to other places and times. Words can liberate and free the soul and the mind; they enable a person to articulate their thoughts, their emotions, and their needs.
As a story or a verse unfolds from the page upon which it is written and imprints itself within you; you are transformed. You can no longer remain the same as the new ideas and the new knowledge changes you. You become a caterpillar emerging from the cocoon of ignorance and indifference. For better or worse you are different for having read it.
I have disappeared into stories; burying myself within their pages and escaping this world while doing so. Language can transport us to other worlds, other places, and other times.
I followed poor Gretal into the witch’s house, I kissed the frog prince, I plunged Juliet’s knife into my own breast. I lost myself within Dante’s inferno, the words lived and breathed within me. Words were often an escape and they have always been an adventure.
I have used words to free my pain, bring me surcease from my sorrows, and take me away to other worlds and away from the anguishes of this one. I have buried myself in the pages of books. I have caressed the new thoughts and feelings that they have shaped within me. Oh, the power of words. They allow one’s mind and soul to soar above the merely mundane world that we all exist within.
So, please pull up a chair, peruse my words and see if there is anything that you like, and please leave a comment or criticism (constructive hopefully) and I will try not to get my feelings hurt. grin.
Most of all...Just let me know that you were here. If you write, drop me a line inviting me to your words...I love to read new things
OH, just please,do not send any vulgar or obscene messages or comments to me. Thanks!
Sweet Justice
There is a peace…
I sometimes know.
but there is never
ever
Forgetting.
That
you
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
That I
closed my eyes
and let you do it.
All of Our moments-
were stolen moments.
Years of perpetual spring in between.
We were always so chaste with-
Longing…
Growling kisses
and fervent words left to the wind.
God, what I would have given-
for you to break
The silence.
Forsaken and Forgotten
in the ruins of our Friendship
Alone.
With my romanticized rendition
of what “might have been.”
grounded only in
Fanciful versions of the past.
Truly,
It couldn’t have.
My Sweetest Friend
I tripped
but Nobody saw me Fall.
-Copyright 2006 Yvonne Theresa Montano SparrowSmith
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