A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Words
PoetryIsn't it odd how we can know human nature well enough to write poems that move others to tears yet must hear the words of others to cry alone?
