MEANDERING IN WORDS

MEANDERING IN WORDS

There is nothing like words to stimulate thought ,
Its relevance magnified manifold
If only the recipient of the dedication,
Can but fathom the depth of expression.

The interpretation is singular - in that ,
Its very onus and its articulation
Rests on the individuals mind set.

The poet implies or suggests nothing ,
His words are but simply providing a mirror.
The perceived reflection and -
The conjured up imagery is but in
The eyes of the beholder.

The mingling of human minds
May strike chords of relationship
But I fear to tread that path
Least reality of the offering,
Become illusion again.

Yet exist I must do
And words must articulate
Communicate - My turmoil or joy.
Its interpretation - your state of mind
But I cannot complicate my " existence again."

I but have words.

~ Lonely Being ~

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