So I was talking to a friend recently about her writing (
I like it ) and she mentioned how the written language can be so clunky sometimes when trying to describe life and everything that happens to make up the whole experience. It got me thinking, and this is the result. 🙂 Thanks, E.
~ The Will of the Quill ~
Thick as the speed of clotted thoughts,
This language suffices;
A cumbersome tool.
Experience sought (and bought)
That made wiser men
From ignorant fools.
Thy cannot be caught,
Yet aren’t quite free,
For every one comes attached to a thought,
And for every action,
It was birthed in naught but
Electrical energy —
Brain waves of….what?
Symbols understood, with meaning,
But none can accurately catch the dreaming,
Teeming shores of what it means to live.
Sensation lingers in the mind’s mouth,
Sifting variations of description,
And raises a question
Of how to reach out,
Through this medium’s sieve.
It still lacks
The richness of the moment’s impact.
It’s amazing communication takes place.
Limited as we are,
By our lack
The rigidity of moving back
Seeking to capture a feeling,
To explain human nature —
Thus, stealing it, right?
We take from experience,
We label our labors,
And ceaselessly prize the “Hows“,
The bridge of the written word…
And we’re “heard”.
~ C.L.R ~ © 2009