Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Use Your Words

Life is all about words. We use them for everything and find them everywhere. Magical wonderful words. This poem expresses merely a fraction of what we do with our words. Enjoy :D

Use Your Words

Words are the most powerful thing we have
We use them to create entire universes
For every book is a world.
And every world contains books.
Containing worlds containing books containing worlds.
And so on in an infinite spiral
Of pages and ink and creation.
Even our own universe began with a word
God said “Let there be light”
And there was light.

Words have a magic of their own
To communicate our thoughts and hopes and feelings
To anyone and everyone from a best friend
To a stranger on the other side of the Earth.
We use our words to express emotions
Anger and love and longing and fear
Voices crying out
To anyone who’ll hear.

We use our words to save lives.
Bringing someone back from the brink of suicide.
Or to push them over the edge
And end it.

To taunt and tease and bully.
To maim and shame and hurt.
We can use them to be cruel
Or kind.
For good or for bad.
For better or for worse.

The greatest advances in technology
All to do with words.
The advent of language, writing, printing,
Radio, television, the internet
Sharing our voices
Spreading them further and further
Into the very depths of space
And the heart and mind and soul.

The pen is mightier than the sword
And even the sword.
Contains the word.
And what are words but the greatest action of them all?
For without our voices
No one would know that action is needed

Prayer.
Words.
Debate.
Words.
Argument.
Words.
Serenade.
Words.
Joke.
Words.
Poetry.
Words.
Singing.
Words.
Words. Words. Words.

We whisper and mumble, reply and express
We roar and we question, query and digress
Interrupt, shout, stutter, convey
We’ve countless ways to articulate “say”

Starting battles
Ending wars
Uniting and dividing
Forever multiplying
Words are magical
Our consciousness and our soul.
Take away my words
I’m no longer whole

Ignoring a person
Cutting them out
No longer interacting
In the flow of words
And what is death
But the final fullstop?
The end of the page.
And those who continue
Their grief and consolation
All expressed through our words
And we remember them
Through their quotations.
History. Science. Politics.
Words upon words upon more words.
If ever asked the question
What is humanity?
And what is the highest pinnacle of our species?
Humanity is a story.
And the greatest thing we own
Are our words.

2 comments:

  1. WOW! you really capture the depth of it all in this poem Octa. BRILLIANT written! (as expected) :)

    It's poem like these that mrk you to be the master that you are. I love this one as I love them all. This is now one of my favorite poems. :D
    I LOVE IT!
    *hugs tight* Thank you for posting another poem Octa. It is a wonderful treat!

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  2. YAY FOR WORDS!!!!

    This poem is so great. You truly showed the magic of words.

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