Friday, March 26, 2004

Posted here Friday, March 26, 2004 at 9:14:25 AM     poem our language Our language Phrases like stones polished in the flowing streams of thoughts bursted out in speech Phrases in words That Caress our throats as we caress the air Pushed from our lungs What I say we both hear In shared objective Subjectivity. We must bless each word And honor the uses made In anger, hope, guile, Or just saying "hello" Short for "hell not be over you" And "good bye" "God be with you Until I can again look you in the eye" And all the other words whose Mud earth gut origins Have been left behind in bath after bath Of use And repression Leave us Still the word Pearled in use Polished But still serviceable. As you utter Let the thought sink Into the recesses of your body And come forth more resonant With human feeling Animal feeling Tide and storm and spring Feeling Made into honest art As you speak to one You must love Because they can hear you. ********