They Are All Of You | 2.9.21
I write words. You know this. Thousands of words by now, acres of words were they planted like seeds, fields of these that bloom, and spring forth flowers of a certain hue. What I hope, what I wonder, if it’s known they are all for you? Give me the gift of language, five hundred dialects and their intricacies, one thing would emerge, one truth above all, they carry your name, they sing your grace.
I write words. You know this. So many words that decorate so many pages in so many ways, but they’re all silhouettes of the same soul, all shadows on some wall, a profile I recognize with half a glance. I know you, old friends, flying across a world. I know you, I remember your taste on my tongue.
These words are your words, you’ll understand no matter how I sound when I say them. These words are your words, they will find you in the end.
In any language
you would understand these words.
They are all of you.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Song of the Day
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Words: your currency
You enrich our lives with them
Energy gifted;
Energy received
We see ourselves in your words
A mirror for souls.
Wonderful how Tyler is sharing with us who the words are for. And, as the Haiku tells us, we get much more than words.
As a poet who publishes either on the Internet or in book form or in recitals, you are surely always going to invite and motivate an audience to share their experience. We not only,”read to know we are not alone,” (C.S. Lewis) but also express ourselves to know we are not alone.
Here in three Tanka, is my take how I see this working:
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I am an empath
therefore emotions run high
I feel many things
and tame this chaos with words
trying to make sense of it
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once the words are there
I play with them ensuring
that they make good sense
to then share them with others
and capture their take on them
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poems I present
then are no longer just mine
and become ours
to play tango-like with them
and deeply enrich us all
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