See My Words

© By: Lisa M. Gordier, Nov. 23, 2017

How do they not see

the words  before me?
Why do they only see
the tide before them?

The  swirling eddy
of vicious vowels
intertwine with consonants;
causing words to flow endlessly
on a snow white page.

And yet…

They do not see.
The beautiful tide,
seething  to be free
of their shackles and chains,
to whisper in everyone’s ears.

My  words shall have form
and a voice for all.
They will sing out to the wind,
who will whisper to all.

And then they will go,
to hide in the bookshelves.
Lurking in the undertow
of  the inevitable tide.

They cannot see.

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