She Said
She said.
Words have power.
They bring reality to hopes
Animation to concepts
And power to life.
Words charm and thrill.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
I believed her
Trusted her lovely words.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
How could I know
To her
Words were
“take-back-able”
The way children take back words
Play with power
And tease with intentions.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
But she took it back
The way Lucy jerks back the football
Just as Charlie Brown runs in for the kick.
You are the breath in my lungs
She said.
Just kidding.
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Years ago I was in the Albuquerque airport. My flight was long delayed and I had just finished the novel I was reading. I had my writer's notebook out. People watching. There was a guy in the gate area with me reading the newspaper. After a while he folded his paper, sighed, put his head in his hands, and cried. Unashamed. Maybe he found the obituary of an old friend. Maybe a tragic story that moved him to tears. Something about what he read, those WORDS that he read, made him weep like a small child.
Your poem demonstrates the intensity and beauty of words. Powerful words spoken or written. Words given in love. Those same words taken away. "You are the breath in my lungs." Unforgettable.
Sticks and stones can break my bones. Sure. But that kind of pain eventually diminishes. Words can hurt worse. Far worse.
Thanks for your words, James.
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