Words
Words are mortar
Words are water
Words are sand....
Used properly
They conjure up edifices
Or
A nameless tomb.
(c) Max Babi Feb.2005
One of the poems read out at the 13th Feb Readmeet [Pune].
Labels: poetry
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2 Comments:
I'm surprised that this simple piece hasn't been commented upon; the reception at the Pune readmeet was much more vociferous.
The meaning that I think you're trying to convery through this poem - that a writer can use his words to different effects - is so similar to the feeling I get while reading this poem. I mean I see so many different perspectives and each justifiably so.
this is brilliant general... at once glorifying words and rendering a morbid uselessness to them...
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