Creative Words: A Poem

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Creation by Selfish Eden (

A clever turn of phrase or a verbal picture

In the beginning come the words

And in their own Genesis they craft a new world

Painting with the spirit of imagination

Breathing new life where once only an abyss rested

The words emerge and join together

As bones and sinews

Muscles and skin

Life emerges from the bone yard of the void

Once they emerge they take their own form and have their own life

Each one its own character to be savored and relished

Evoking sights and smells

Sounds feelings and emotions

Recreating the past

Re-imagining the future

Each one has the potential to unearth memories long forgotten

Some use their indelible ink to tattoo themselves on the soul

The realities they create may be harsh and brutal

In their dystopic world we see the dark side of reality

The truths we would rather not see

The sins we would prefer remain buried

Words that rend the world and pierce the soul

Sometimes the poet and the prophet are one

Crying tears of sorrow over words that cannot be contained

And a people whose ears no longer hear and eyes no longer see

Yet words uttered from the same mouth may ache of passion and love

Calling us to hope

Lightening our darkness

Pointing to potentiality and power unimagined

And a future seen only through the hopes and dreams of faith

But they are never just words

They are echoes of the deep language that pours its magic into the world

They point to the real and imagined

They define and name

They build up and tear down

Words set loose on the world

Bearing the best and worst of humanity’s heart

Laying naked the mind and soul

A mirror showing the sacred and profane blended together

For the world the words create reflect the heart of their creator

They go forth to create

They rattle around in the eardrums and the imaginations

Of those who have eyes to see and ears to hear

For in the beginning the words come

The Genesis, the beginning of all the potential worlds they might create

And in the end, when their pneumatic inspiration ceases

Remains the apocalypse of new creation

Unveiled within our memory

Composed Neil White, 2013

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1 Response to Creative Words: A Poem

  1. STUNNING! wow you write so well i was totally lost in your words. Lovely photo also. Visit my blog at:

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