A Poem: Words

Unfortunately I've been too busy this week to work on any of my various writing projects, but I have just about found time to throw together a poem. As always, notes are below, and here's the poem:

Words

I send out words, mercurial messengers

Into the silence on paper wings

To tell you so many things.

I hear your words, leaves on the breeze,

Blowing to places new,

Memories of you.

I send out words, an army ‘gainst the world

To the field of battle; a page so white

Arrayed and ready to fight.

I see their words, a wall of derision,

Blank and faceless, unquestioning glares,

Accusing strangers’ stares.

I send out words, a ship to the stars,

To travel a world away

And say what I can’t say.

The words come back, a dream to far,

Echoes from across the dark

Too cold to hold a spark.

I send out words, a part of myself

To show you what I cannot be,

A lying portrait of me.

Words to a mirror

Words to a wall

Words for my own world

And words for us all. 

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Poet's Notes: 

- There's not an awful lot to say about this one; only that the stanza structure is something a little unusual for me, being far shorter than I'm usually happy with. However, I think it works, especially with the first 6 stanzas essentially functions as pairs, a call-and-answer of words spoken and returned. 

As always, thanks for reading, and feel free to comment.