The Words

[curvestone]

Here are my words
Words thought missing from my heart so long lacking of any words at all
Words I found drifting in all the sounds and the sights of the universe
Words no one could hear as they rushed by them
Words too powerful to be fathomed
Too graceful to connect
Too smooth to touch
Too strong to know without bleeding
Words I cannot speak
Words you must feel
Words I feel
The mood set by a brisk wind
The clean air
The radiant, yellow sun
The warm, vibrant blues of the sky that glow in a grown man's heart
The cool, green grass that calls so sweetly to your feet
The tender sound of footsteps soft on a sunny day
The gentle hushing of the trees shushing all that speak
The laughter of people passing
The warmth of their smiles as they reflect the world
Your slow breaths relaxing you as you soak in the senses
Your eyes softening as your smile becomes so light
And the contact of each sensation
With the avalanche of energy in the scene
Created by the warmth and the tone
Of the day
And the setting
And the soul
And each movement of your rising chest reminds you of the world outside this scene
But the mind's translation of the moment gives new meaning to the whole
And each perspective you once had is shattered by the light
And the energy in the tones
While the colors
And lights
And sounds dance about you
And you feel the Great Artist's passion heating your own
And his dream and yours merge
Until you know in your heart
That all that is is beautiful
And everything that is felt is strong
Stronger than anything else we know
Feeling
And I feel these words
Words to reconstruct a vision
A vision giving movement to a sound
A sound that lifts the images
And all which blend to form the whole
And the tone
And such is mood

© Nathan Cook, 2007

[Lisa Arnold]

good job, this is my favorite part:


The warm, vibrant blues of the sky that glow in a grown man's heart
The cool, green grass that calls so sweetly to your feet
The tender sound of footsteps soft on a sunny day
The gentle hushing of the trees shushing all that speak
The laughter of people passing
The warmth of their smiles as they reflect the world
Your slow breaths relaxing you as you soak in the senses
Your eyes softening as your smile becomes so light
And the contact of each sensation
With the avalanche of energy in the scene
Created by the warmth and the tone

[The Great Fulcanelli]

Most interesting poem, which has this slight touch of Whitman to it. Thank you for sharing.

[johan]

An interesting and very readable style my friend, enjoyed this.

Johan

[rrw]

There's a wonderfully adictive rhythm to this piece that is so alive... so spontaneous.... the structure really works well... I love how you cover not just words but sounds... AND how those sounds can have as much meaning. Great job!

[purplespirit]

To me this is a really catching style and with every read I discover more within the words as also between the lines, great write, thank you. Ullaxx