To share words...

To share words...

A Poem by Judy Ponceby


The words

are slow

to come.

One at a time
trembles upon my lips
before spilling forth.

Slowly
picking up speed
they
flow
at first
like a lazy undulating
stream through
a crowded wood.

And then
as the pressure
builds towards
release
like a
raging rapids
words
leap over
submerged
emotion,
rushing forth
to be expressed,
to share,
to enlighten,
to dance,
to rage,
to comfort,
to share...

Always to
share.

That internal
need
to share
one's self
through the
use of
words
whether
spoken
or written.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Guess I'm just weird, but the only kind of "sharing" coming to my mind while reading this usually takes place in the privacy of a bedroom.
I do recognize, however, that "To share words" is truly a great poem.
Orgasmicly good!
(Or should it be "orgasmically "? Not sure, right now. Oh well, It'll come
to me.)

Posted 12 Years Ago


So very true and such a wonderful way to express the need to share. Lovely write Judy!

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a generous poem, not only in the sharing of the scene, the ever increasing display of your intention but, the actual giving of thoughts and emotions to others. It takes a good person to use her words so skillfully and gently. Thank you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is so true.. The backbone of who we all are or could be.. "The internal need to share.." then "spoken or written"..the magic of the dreams, the tales, the web's we weave all put out there from that need to express ourselves deeply with others..to feel connected.. :) Love it Judy..xxx

Posted 12 Years Ago


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brilliant!
absolutely brilliant!
and so true

Posted 12 Years Ago


Writing poetry is like reaching out to higher thoughts, and a lot of the time poems are the only places such thoughts are welcome. I enjoyed reading this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You have written of the human need to share our thoughts to communicate, to express ourselves in such a divine way. Love it Judy.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is a wow write Judy hun love it ... x

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nice piece. You have figured out the purpose of writing, and expressed it very well. I like this piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


To share our thoughts, anger, sadness, or happiness, we are expressions waiting to be heard…Tell it to the world, and open your heart and the heart of another…

Great Share Judy!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 12 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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