Every Word

The smile is not a smile

thoughts shaped into words.

For sharp curves and deep grooves,

reawaken old fears

and the meeting of lips

Every fleeting breath

knows the joy of wonder.

For drifting songs sung in a symphony,

speaks a forlorn whisper

and heralds the promise

Crueler than any letter

Ablaze with desperate rage.

For passionate nails and scarlet scars,

kindles a last sacrifice

and we cry at every word

Written for Poetry Jam

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6 Responses to Every Word

  1. Mary says:

    Oh, yes, there are the words that are sharp curves and deep grooves that keep one’s fears alive. I feel some kind of desperation in that last stanza. But I hope that the promise mentioned in the second stanza stills one’s fear.

  2. Gabriella says:

    I can feel pain and unease in your words. Yet maybe if we listen to that whisper we might hear a song that will change all that.

  3. peggygoetz says:

    Definitely has a disquieting feel when I read this. I hope your back pain is not the inspiration for this! Though reading it again, it could be.

  4. Brian Miller says:

    hey if we can get that kinda response from our writing…a movement at every word…
    i think when we write it real, we can…because truth calls to truth…

  5. I liked the opening lines of your poem. Reading through the poem, you have unravelled several emotions- fear, pain, promise, rage, sacrifice. Your poem gives hope and at the same time touches reality.

  6. Nibha says:

    What all power these words have, don’t they??

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