Simple Choices
If the sun had diction
it would pour from the pages of books
and light in the minds of readers.
But instead we have words,
splashed upon us like water
from a lawn sprinkler
on hot summers' days,
giggled and mashed,
or smooth and seamless
as lover's skin.
And words are not the sun,
but speak of it with crisp enunciation,
burst from the page in white fans
not concerned with
correct height to weight ratio,
cholesterol levels,
or type 2 diabetes,
having no Protestant work ethic,
organised religion,
or choice to make
between prepaid or monthly plans.
Only the sampling of aqueous ribbons
channeled from mountains,
only bright arms
too fierce to hold in embrace.
And for all my greedy clutch
at words
I hold the silent radiance
more dear.
it would pour from the pages of books
and light in the minds of readers.
But instead we have words,
splashed upon us like water
from a lawn sprinkler
on hot summers' days,
giggled and mashed,
or smooth and seamless
as lover's skin.
And words are not the sun,
but speak of it with crisp enunciation,
burst from the page in white fans
not concerned with
correct height to weight ratio,
cholesterol levels,
or type 2 diabetes,
having no Protestant work ethic,
organised religion,
or choice to make
between prepaid or monthly plans.
Only the sampling of aqueous ribbons
channeled from mountains,
only bright arms
too fierce to hold in embrace.
And for all my greedy clutch
at words
I hold the silent radiance
more dear.
2 Comments:
This is a glorious write Moon
The beauty in it literally leaps into the readers lap and curls like a cat to purr and sleep
But instead we have words,
splashed upon us like water
from a lawn sprinkler
on hot summers' days,
and this
Only the sampling of aqueous ribbons
channeled from mountains.
Only bright arms
too fierce to hold in embrace.
Just samples
the whole thing is beautiful
thanks Bunny. And might I add, thanks so much for patiently ploughing your way through all my little writes. Where would I be without you???
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