~ Wordage ~

~ Wordage ~

A Poem by J. Hampton

Searing  my barefeet like 

an exapnse of verbal burning bridge ..

I must cross

so I listen

painstakingly

I close my eyes

and will the tangerine sun beating on my lids

to darken and give me former peace

the golden chalace from which

I once drank your morning smile

to taste the time

that quenched mythirst like

cool water and pastel breeze

longing for the feel of

pure white sheets

and rich black earth

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2011 J. Hampton



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There is an inherent power in "wordage". Unique spellings, meanings, and depictions that change with placement, intent, and phrasings. Each thought's flow has the ability to hold a listener.

Chalace is a unique and provoking name... Chalice is a cup... Wordage is ...a mind's tongue at play.

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