Words

Words, just words,

No more, no less.

Yet attractive they are,

As they call out from

Beyond the parchment.

They beckon, they seduce,

They even stroll like

A couple in love upon a beach.

Yet, all they are are words

Are words so necessary

In this world?  A way to

Express, to emote what

One’s soul feels deep within.

Perhaps, even, words are

All some have when

No other form of consolation

Can be given.

Sometimes I truly wonder

If baring one’s soul with

Verbage is a good thing

Cuz words get in the way

And they tend to be

Misunderstood or spoken

Prematurely.

Yet, I find myself enthralled

With verse, some more so

Than others and it leaves me

To think … am I just daft?

I shake my head and well

Pishaw!  What else should

I think … or do we poets

Truly all bear our souls

To the world through prose?

To fall in love with words,

I wonder, if this just might

Be my downfall.

(c) 2003 A Riddle