The Power of Words
December 19, 2007 by Shirley Allard
She’s tucked him away, for some far away day
Like a photo, now etched in her mind
Only letting him out, when there’s no one about
To amuse her with sweet words of rhyme.
She keeps him well hidden, like a child’s toy
forbidden, this poet with words deep and dark
She carries him with her, his sweet silent whisper
She’s locked away, deep in her heart.
With a strange fascination and infatuation
She interprets and reads between lines
She looks for the cure, unsure if the lure
Is a state of the heart or the mind.
So if you were this poet (and surely you’d know it)
Your words will continue to shine
Some mothers and wives, are content in their lives
With one sweet fantasy in their minds.
©Shirley Allard 2005
Don’t we all, as brother writers, have that? Isn’t there the Sirens’ song that threatens to cast us upon the rocks if discovered? What better way to prolong the danger, the exhilaration, the absolute ecstasy invoked by knowledge of their presence? They tease the muse inside us… Oh, yes, I think we all have our fantasies, but few of us can acknowledge them so effectively as you just did.
Ooooooh yeah….
this was so beautiful,,, i feel such a kinship here…..
I second whypaisley. I feel a strong stylistic resonance between your writing and mine. I have a poem in my journal from yesterday with a very similar rhythm and rhyming scheme. I was too tired to finish it, and when I looked at it the next day I had a note at the bottom that said, “I dinna know what to do with the above.”
An unfinished poem is a terrible thing. The subject matter was completely different, but hanks for showing me how to do it right.
Thanks to everyone! This one is special to me and I especially love it when other writers relate to my words.
The famous muse…without it we write merely words; with it, we are Poets! Whether real or imagined, it’s what makes the difference between words and Poetry… Don’t you think?