Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Friday, 20 June 2008

Language


The element of communication,
To many, a general phenomenon.
The syntax of words,
The phonology, grammar and semantics,
All coming together as one-
One language.

The words you speak,
Meaningful to you
And gibberish to another.
The words you know,
Whether living or dead language
Is modern to another.

The way I know how
To enter someone else’s head
Making them tick,
The way I know how
To go inside their skin
Living as another; a totally different person

The key to open doors,
Accessing the richness of another culture,
Acquiring a taste for the land.
The way your lips pucker
As you unveil your ‘couture’
Or the twitch in your arm on entry into Italian.

So language we must learn,
Making sure
It’s passed down
From one generation to the next.
Consequently, the element of communication
Remains alive and secure.

If I cannot understand what you say,
We can no longer be accepted as citizens
Of the same world.
This general phenomenon
Becomes gibberish to both of us!
Because I don’t understand your language.





© The poets voice~~~ June 2008, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 21 February 2008

Frozen


Here I - I stand

Gazing out my window

My feet and hands,

Thawing slowly

The mountain peaks stick out as shades of grey

From the valleys which are now totally engulfed in snow.

The blanket of snow is thickening

A white canvass lays before me

The picture is 'picture-perfect'

in my mind, with my imaginationI

can create any piece of art I choose

Perfection does not matter

But I'll rather the picture remains 'picture-perfect'

As everything stays frozen
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

The Red Rose


The red rose, so pretty
Attracts every element of nature including the bee
The morning dew dances on her petals
She is vibrant with colour.
She stands out in the field
Compared to other flowers she is unique.
With her innermost beingShe calls out to everything.
The birds in flightStop at her breathtaking sight
Blossoming as she comes to life,
The rose mirrors light; nothing can outshine.
© The poets voice~~~ February 2008, All rights reserved.