Only Words Remain
Soft lead to paper, it begins.
The thought precedes the action
But the action begins to fade,
Only words remain.
Eternal, Syllabic, the message left,
Emphatic. Inertial, words derive
With design pre-ordained, and strike
The mind with god hand’s intent.
These words, composed of graphite and friction
Hide more than any one could dream of diction.
Characters that can make you snarl, growl,
While others bring a ‘coo’ to form on waiting lips.
Each ‘S’ sends the reader soaring.
Through semi-saline seas
And sighing softly as sun sets.
Each ‘B’ brings barbarous thoughts to bear.
Burly brawlers, barreling their way through a Bazaar.
Bending bystanders beneath their brutish boots.
Do not forsake these scrawled inscriptions.
Do not banish them to paper piles long forgot.
Do not ignore the meaning that they chant.
For, when worlds erode and eons pass,
These words will remain, steadfast.
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I really like this poem. This is why I like history, too.
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