A Whackadoodle Poem: Falling In Love With Words (A Sonnet)
For a while there, I would come home from work and pour out my frustrations in a poem; playing with the words made me feel better. Here is one such sonnet.
Falling In Love With Words
Have words become my truest friends? I think
perhaps they have. Whenever I’m lonely
they hug me tight until I find a link
between my dreams and my reality.
What do the hands of painters somehow see?
What do musicians sense within each cord?
And why do my words somehow set me free,
always giving me something to move toward?
If these simple words can tell my truth, then
someone must have felt me before. Perhaps,
they will again. In the meantime, I’ll fend
for myself and work for no more mishaps.
The last verse is always the hardest
until you decide to let it all rest.