Sunday, May 07, 2006
Jim Bennett
A letter home to Ganymede (1)
it’s strange
these clicks and wires of language
communicate without a mental touch
their feelings held in fingertips
reveal a lightning that transmits
through haze of trickery
down wired poles across
their skin of land
life whispers words and meaning
scratched with blackened rod
read with eyes to dim to see the
universe in terms
other than their own
they have just
scratchings on a paper
to small you may think
to carry thoughts
just words to carry mood
yet what they do with them
what they do with them
this thing called poetry
website - www.poetrykit.org
it’s strange
these clicks and wires of language
communicate without a mental touch
their feelings held in fingertips
reveal a lightning that transmits
through haze of trickery
down wired poles across
their skin of land
life whispers words and meaning
scratched with blackened rod
read with eyes to dim to see the
universe in terms
other than their own
they have just
scratchings on a paper
to small you may think
to carry thoughts
just words to carry mood
yet what they do with them
what they do with them
this thing called poetry
website - www.poetrykit.org
# posted by June Clitheroll : 5:34 PM
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