image borrowed from bing
After Babel
Words
decorate our lives
like ever-blooming flowers;
some bursting with sunlight,
others poking their oil-soaked petals
out of bayous;
some so holy they are only uttered
by anointed practitioners,
others smeared in blood
on middle eastern walls;
some that stimulate eros,
others that damn us to perdition--
but they all serve us well.
Glenn Buttkus
August 2012
Posted over on G-Man's Friday Flash 55
Would you like to hear the author read this poem to you?
So beautiful, Glynn... especially:
ReplyDeleteWords decorate our lives like ever-blooming flowers;
some bursting with sunlight, others poking their oil-soaked petals out of bayous
and sometimes they get us in trouble....or they save us...gotta watch those words...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWords word swords
ReplyDeleteGlynn....
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, Welcome Back!!!
Secondly, what a beautifully dramatic piece of art.
Loved your 55
I can only hope that you contribute regularly...:-)
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
....II...I\../I..I\...II
ReplyDelete\o/