All We Have Are Words

Poem by: bobthebuilder

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More ramblings from a middle aged wanna be poet. If it weren't for all these pesky, confusing words...

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Submitted: November 27, 2011

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All We Have Are Words

As we struggle to put thoughts and emotions onto page,
we are frustrated at every turn
by these pesky little things
called words.

They stumble and tumble, lines and arcs,
squiggles and dots,
and race across the page,
on a journey,
to become thoughts.

To those who can't read the language we choose,
nothing makes sense.
Sometimes, nothing makes sense in any language.
Sometimes there are no words.
Sometimes, a thousand words are not enough.
Sometimes, one word is one word too many.

A look, a sigh, a downcast eye,
can speak directly to our hearts.
A touch, a scent, can convey more meaning
than a sonnet,
or a hundred love songs.
Just one inflection, a lilt, or whisper,
can trigger a cascade of emotions
no words can describe.

Yet describe them we must,
for we are compelled,
with a story to tell,
a life to describe,
or a moment.
Alas, the challenge.
For a lifetime may be summed up in a sentence,
while a moment
can inspire a lifetime.

As mortal beings we are frustrated,
trapped inside a prison of flesh and bone.
We can see out, but none can ever truly see in.
Their view is but that of shadows cast on a wall,
revealing only a fraction of our true nature.
We are left with words, then, inadequate as they are,
to communicate our thoughts, and hopes, and dreams.

We long to see through the eyes of another,
to be privy to the workings of another's soul.
We long to gaze into a lover's eyes as if into our own.
For truly, we gaze into a mirror and see our own souls,
but as we look into another's eyes,we see only a reflection of ourselves.

So language continues to expand,
to dimensions never imagined,
and still falls short.
At a loss for words, we invent new ones, on and on,
and still it is never enough.
We strive to use the words we have,
which are limited,
to describe that which is unlimited.

Perhaps that is why God said we can never know Him, truly,
while we are only flesh and blood.
Until we are released from our bony vaults,
and the universe is revealed in all its glory,
when time and space and existence become as one.

Until then,
all we have are words.


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More ramblings from a middle aged wanna be poet. If it weren't for all these pesky, confusing words...
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