Sharing the Wonderment of Words

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How did I ever manage to write poems?

Submitted: January 05, 2008

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Submitted: January 05, 2008

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Sharing the Wonderment of Words


How have I begotten these?
I have no fluidity of words,
no craft,
no skill in shaping things.

Yet all these, my moody children are –
vying for your attention.
I gave birth to them -
in pain and anguish
and ardent wonderment of words.
I sent them forth upon the world,
some too young, and
some too old.
While some of them
will come back to me rejected,
and here they’ll stay,
forgotten, filed away;
others still will roam free,
and learn to live in other minds.
And then a phrase or image
bearing fruit
will bless them in the remembering.

All these, my petulant children are –
intrusive thoughts run amuck upon the page.
Images of madness and reconciled memories
collected and given cohesion
by the indifferent glue of words.
And yet the sum of them far exceeds
intended meaning,
and opens floodgates in another’s soul
I had not hoped for or suspected
when I gave birth to these,
my mangled thoughts on folio.

When I was young,
green -
naïve -
I tried my hand at writing verse
and only managed mediocrities.
And yet somehow -
as if mistake was made -
a pearl or two tumbled out,
and rolled away,
abandoned much too easily.

All these now, in my sixth decade
my aesthetic children are –
and while few are polished,
mature
or equal to my mentors’ work,
yet I am satisfied to share with you -
for what a difference
a bit of wisdom makes,
and the cascading overflow of years.



James Gagiikwe © 2008


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