The Meaning of Words
I fell in love with words, the way they come together like ying and yang, under the forest canopy. I survived by learning New words, whereas My tongue would cut Through the overgrown Lexiconic Forest while carrying nothing more than a backpack full of consonants And vowels. When I hear Or read your words, It brings me back to my Days of youth Reading the dictionary Or the cyclopedia, Hunting in the thesaurus wilderness searching For meaning. Each word you string Together under the Forest canopy has purpose, A relation to the Other. The other day I imagined you dipping Your beatific hand Into my backpack full Of letters and pulling Out two consonants And two vowels To spell what your Words and my words Mean to both of us – L-O-V-E.
This poem is for National and Global Poetry Writing Month for 2021. I fell in love with words as well as Anna.