A thought on "Words"

Poetry is a beautiful thing; it’s the rhythm of music beyond the curve of notes,

the thunder inside the quiet storm that shakes you and wakes you. Yet much like all beautiful things, in the hands of men or women, it can become tainted, even ugly. I recall the childish rhyme “sticks and stones…” and I beg to differ. Though stones and sticks carry the potential of physical harm, words can be just as damaging emotionally. We are layers of skin with a frame of bones but beneath it all lives our soul. A damaged soul can have devastating effects on a seemingly sound body. With that in mind, may I suggest that we who wield the pen or press the keys or merely muse with lips at ease, pause before we do for words have power too.

D.V.
September 5, 2012.

Riches...as I see it

I watched a movie the other night that got me thinking about life. Why is it that humans have a tendency to place so much value on the haves, be it people or material? For me I don’t care about things, never have and I hope I never do. What matters to me are the things money can never buy, the moments that fill life in ways that things never could. Does that make me crazy? I would rather be given a hand made card or a shy attempt at poetry than a diamond ring any day. Once long ago I wake up to find a tiny piece of paper with a mint carefully wrapped inside it on my pillow. The note was from my little sister and all it said was love G. I kept that note for many years. It was one of the best gifts I had ever received…a free scrap of paper and a 5 cent mint. It’s moments like these that I hold dear as the years trickle by for they are the jewels of true riches, priceless and irreplaceable.

 

Deo Volente

September 4, 2012