With Words

[MorpheusSandman]

I’ll breathe in this paling phosphor
As you breathe out the purging conflagration
Does it heal? Does it hurt?
She falls prostrate and trembles
I’ll recoil, and seek the spot where two walls meet the floor
What did we say?
In the infinitesimal time between
Actions
Words
Thoughts
It’s so easy
The annihilation of this imperceptible nexus
The roots of great oaks burrow into the earth
But these have been extirpated
By nothing
Things as light as air
For they couldn’t loft feathers
You couldn’t hurt a fly with mere phonetics

But in the severed pathos of this tragedy
Full of fools; the only certainty
With words begun
With words destroyed
With words rebuilt
The bridge across this immortal distance

[~Sophia~]

Nice melodic wordplay Morpheous! The mighty mouth (or pen)!

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks very much, Sophia.

[Pendragon]

But in the severed pathos of this tragedy
Full of fools; the only certainty
With words begun
With words destroyed
With words rebuilt
This bridge across this immortal distance

Pathos indeed! This ending stanza speaks well to the reader. Nice wrap-up on a wonderful poem!

[paperleaves]

Wow.
"Does it heal? Does it hurt? "
For some reason, these questions brought so many images and emotions up. You have truly summoned a powerful voice in this poem. Thank you, truly, for posting. Wow.


love
paper

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks to Pen and paper (ha!) for the compliments. :)

[cogs]

i'm so glad we have the bridge. this poem is inspiring (as in branch poems, lol).

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks, cogs. :)

[blazeofglory]

Words, words, words.This is a really melodic combination of words; for words are what we call poetry, philosophy, theory, ideas and everything and when we kind of muddle up pieces, parts in a synchronized way that will be a work of creativity and your poem kind of exemplifies this scheme

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks very much, blaze.