Can you read between the lines of the words placed in designs
Can you bare the heavy burden of their care
Can you place yourself aside from the feelings which abide
In the moments where the words begin to share
The times when others choose to shun while about their lives they run
While I sit to place my thoughts upon a page
Where no eyes can truly see all the places in between
All the letters, words and rhythms of an age
Could a moment that you read be a trite just to believe
In a world that's ruled by choice is there to be
Could a phrase turn on a dime as it falls out metered time
To become more than just some act to later read
For a self sat on a shelf where it's mind reminds itself
That to think is more than just a thought to see
Could you believe that such a thing is as lively as the rain
When it's beginnings start to stop then begin again
What child's imagination could accept such visitations
From a chore applied to them years long ago
That as it grew much older and the world around it bolder
That the child sought comfort in the words that told
Visions rhymed of words and singing cheerful thoughts worth the bringing
Days of light to the darkness all around
While the other people there around the child where it was scared
Had no idea how much the dear one liked the sound
Of a simple word like apple sounding much like words like dabble
Crackle, babble, tackle, saddle, rattle, paddle
Turned an ordinary day into such a game-full way to play
With a friendly thoughtful life bloomed in a faddle
And a phrase like star lit night could become such a delight
To a weary mind that needed sweet release
From the years of yearning tensions and the stresses never mentioned
Finding words their safest place to find an ease
Oh would you try to see all the worlds there are to be
Strewn in character lettered sentences and phrases
Where what others might see there is not what the writer shared
To be a deep or meaningful moment in other places
It was only for a time written down to bring to mind
All the wonderful lives that words can bring to life
Reminiscing a thought of view from a life of where it construes
The many places that could bring it joy and laughter
Giving it's world a love to love and a brighter future of
This day forth and happily ever after
Jade Jaspers
Friday, June 14, 2019
In a Day's Time
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Not every writer writes for fame and fortune. As a matter of fact that class of people is a reserved group of people none of the rest of the world's simple word users will ever be able to liken ourselves to. Then again, that was never the idea when most people first began writing. It was something we were taught, something we learned, something we were instructed to use through out our lives to sort out ideas and follow a pattern of thinking that would lead us to communicating with our own thoughts in a healthier way.