A Sense of Relevance

Alone,
no contact with another human being,
no dictionary nor guide for punctuation,
No word for flower
or bloom,

Come autumn,
when the leaves turn red and golden,
language would be loomed,
a word woven
to share a sense of relevance.

We write our world with red of roses,
periwinkle and lapis skies and seas,
loden stems and pungent rosemary,
with clang and bang
and symphony.

At midnight
in the middle of a storm,
how morose our universe would be,
if there were no words
to conjure images of morning.

12 comments

  1. ‘At midnight
    in the middle of a storm,
    how morose our universe would be,
    if there were no words
    to conjure images of morning.’

    How lost indeed we would be. The art of communication is pretty much the essence of what we are and long before the written word, the rhyme and rhythme of the spoken word has been used to enshrine and pass on our history and our traditions. I enjoy poetry for many reasons; one of them being the insight it brings into the thoughts of our fellows.

    Loved this one Sarah, really did. Douglas.

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  2. Hi Sarah

    I love everything about this poem and the way you show us how nature creates her own language through shaping the landscape in texture and color — while we as humans are inspired to shape it and give it breath through words. How sad the world would be if there were not a spoken vocabulary to record what we, see, feel, hear and smell. Words are a living organism unto themselves and you show their essential need so much in this poem —

    At midnight
    in the middle of a storm,
    how morose our universe would be,
    if there were no words
    to conjure images of morning.

    Thank you for this,
    so much enjoyed
    wendy

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  3. Your words appeal to the senses Sarah and how sad indeed if we were unable to write of these wonders. Loved every word.

    Regards,

    Maryse

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  4. this is perfect timing –as I just received your book autumnally titled the turning of the leaves

    ilove in this poem the sensual burst of color bringing forth a symphony words that create
    out of the beauty on the cusp of language

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  5. Dear Kallie,

    How did you come across that book? I am ever so glad that you did!

    We have a Milestones page (listed just under the banner. It’s a great
    place to list your publications and where to find them.

    I’m glad this poem caught your eye. I’m so glad your chair is pulled up
    to the Pub’s fire.

    Hugs,

    Sarah

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