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Cherry

By Bee

Sat, 15 Aug 2015
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10 comments
 

Here are some words -

my words for you

scurry across the page

on busy little legs



to toil amongst the diamonds;

climb the hill to the top 

of meaning, and dance there 

till the sands run through.



Watch me wave and weave

my way back down

to the centre of written chatter

that I'll miss when it's over. 



The End

Certificate 12
Poem
Unclassified

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This somehow seems to speak of words being thoughtful (climibing the hill to meaning) while also being busy, and dancing, and satisfying, so hopefully among the diamonds of worthwhile helpful words (tongues and pens are such responsibility!) regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

'tongues and pens are such responsibility!)' I like that. Thanks Rhiannon.

Bee

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I love this poem. It's full of joy while at the same time tainted with sadness. How we often feel in life isn't it.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

Glad you liked it. Thanks AE.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

A little gemsmiley 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Tina.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Dear Editor,

thanks for reading - and for the fruit.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

This is lovely - such a clever useage of words. I like the metaphor you present us with.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jean. Pleased you liked it.

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I guess I was thinking of Elton John.

Certainly this could be put to music by someone cleverer than me.

I like the idea of words struggling to be understood. It definitely is a long climb. As you say, pens are such a responsibility. I used to have a boss who often advised me to be very careful when writing a memo or e-mail, because nobody interprets things in the same way. It's so easy for a compliment or a joke to turn into an insult in another's eye.

Interesting poem

Edx