no one reads
free books
of poetry. not
even the gem
in the bargain
bin. discounted
words abound
in the realm
of free hate
speech. words
are spewed,
but poetry is
set to the music
of setting suns.
Tag: words
words
there are always words,
even to say there are
no words. spoken,
unspoken. thoughts
in pictures, narration
of the soul. in silence
we disregard them,
do our best to ignore
symbols. yet we strain
to describe anything
meaningful since words
remain when we’re gone.
Awaiting the Images 