WORDS' WORTH
Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © 2009
Words are just sounds captured on paper -
If we are lucky - the time they rise
From our saddened hearts to our trembling lips
Our anguish or joys they crystallize.
Words are but tacit reminders-
With fleeting Time - our only compromise
To hold on to what might have been
Memories, to imbibe through misty eyes.
Words are the desperate tools
That seize and define and craft the cries
Of poetic hearts who are but fools
Whose songs of folly echo in their sighs.
Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © 2009
2 comments:
Your poem has a deep and profound meaning, a ring that strikes at my heart. I think sometimes that I am a fool to put on paper what's in my soul. But I do it anyway. I wish I could express myself in so few words as you have done with this poem. Thank you.
John Atkinson,
Thank you for your kind and honest feed back. Those of us who pour out our souls on paper are daring fools. But what's the other option - a life without daring to take a chance ?
Best wishes.
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