humble wordlings

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to fellow humble wordlings:
I see you.

all paper skin
and glass bones,
directionless,
trying to find home,
do not give up
just yet.

join me
in the search for solace
in tomorrow’s sunlight.
let us
reel in untethered minds
and remind ourselves that
we are seperate
from shadows of the past
and that there is always something more
to look forwards to.

“being bodies that learn language thereby becoming wordings, humans are the symbol-making, symbol-using, symbol-misusing animal, inventor of the negative, separated from our natural condition by instruments of our own making, goaded by the spirit of hierarchy acquiring foreknowledge of death and rotten with perfection.” – Kenneth Burke on what it is to be human

21 thoughts on “humble wordlings”

      1. Most welcome. I have a thing with poetry… I write it because it gets stuck in me until I get it out, but I mostly suck at it… lol. I do love reading a beautiful poem though, and yours will stick with me for awhile to come.

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  9. Right so I’m in full-on stalker mode now (I have no shame!)
    This was short and simple, but effective as always
    I thought the following was wonderful:
    “let us
    reel in untethered minds
    and remind ourselves that
    we are seperate
    from shadows of the past
    and that there is always something more
    to look forwards to”
    Your poems are always SO evocative, and in the midst of despondency, you manage to sneak in an undercurrent of hope

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