For Helena - WORDS

For Helena - WORDS

Words,

Such a wonder,

Words.

Little drawings

Such simple, small paintings

Twenty-six simple forms, so scary, so all 

Distinguishable stringable, sequentiable, magical.

My own words float in the air,  I can see and hear them 

they sing me a song, they call me, they whisper

and menace, they form films and images

without seeing them, the most 

intriguing patterns weave.

My poetry a loom.

Words,

Such a hurdle

Words.

My

Fingers and

My hands speak

But they twist my tongue

As long as I stay silent, they stay 

pristine in their cellophane crispy state.

So I better not speak or they will be spoiled.

Instead I ask you to craft me a story,

Use those letters to enthrall me.

Make the words disappear.

Make me see images,

Magic and love.

Words,

Give me please,

Words.

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For Helena Stone

Poem by Darren White

October 18, 2016