Words

~ People may read or hear your words — but what they feel is your heart ~


Original DDE™ quadtrych: “Power of Words” by: rob kistner © 10/12/23

 
I thrust my words into the fire
they scorched and warped and blistered
which made them hot and coarse
too searing to embrace

so I led my words to a raging storm
they soaked and swelled and sagged
which made them bloat with heft
too heavy to hold

then I released my words into the cold
they froze and cracked and splintered
which made them sharp and piercing
too frigid to handle

finally I let my words waft delicately
like the fragrance of flower petals
and sweet they lifted from my heart
and soft they rolled from off my tongue

and light they drifted through the air
set free to float with a quiet prayer
so those they may help can find them there
and pass them on should they wish to share


Original DDE™ surreal art: “Of Life and Love”
by: rob kistner © 10/12/23

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36 thoughts on “Words”

  3. ????????was great hearing you read this! Like I said, I love it! The last two stanzas are, of course, my favorites. I like the way you wrap everything up with the rhymes in the last stanza. Well written.

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  6. I thought I was bummed because I couldn’t come hang out with everyone yesterday, but now that I read this (and imagine you delivering it live) I’m waaaay more than merely bummed. Gret stuff, RK. Thanks.

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    1. Thank you my friend. When I see you’re not there, it diminishes the group a bit for me. I always notice your absence anytime I don’t see your name, LIVE, or just with a prompt. You and Glenn always feel/felt like brothers — you most especially. I feel a kinship. Our life path’s had/have a syncopation, though important differences for each other. I would have enjoyed hanging with you back then, and I do enjoy hanging with you “virtually” now. You’re my dude… 🙂

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  7. I enjoyed hearing you reading this a lot, and yes we need those words… at least until they lull us a bit too far.

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  9. You’re the artist, Rob and words are the colors you choose for your work. I imagine a sky of fragrant flower petals falling from the clouds that make a cushion to rest on and have the sweetest dreams.

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  10. I love the tempering of words in fire, where they ‘scorched and warped and blistered’ and in cold, where they ‘froze and cracked and splintered’ but, ultimately, we have to let them blossom and waft. Nicely done, Rob!

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  11. Rob,
    I appreciate how your poem speaks of process. Our words have power and it can be so difficult to own them, to understand them to choose what we wish to share with others. I loved this, especially the last stanza.
    Wishing you wellness and peace.

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  14. I too, loved the last two verses, with their light touch and a promise of expanding message. It contrasted so well with the sharp delineation of your previous ones.
    (And the graphics were a delight as well.)

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  15. Delicate wafting is the solution to so many of life’s dilemmas … we are blessed you share that immense talent with all of us.

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    1. Thank you Helen. I am pleased it has meaning for others. It is my way of not only giving life to my imagination, but also preserving my sanity and cognitive capabilities. I have been in the care of a neurologist for a couple years now, monitoring my increasing memory challenges. Writing also helps me in that regard.I am getting my semi-annual brain MRI on Halloween.

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      1. I had a frightening TIA in 2019. My brain new the words I wanted to say however I could not speak them. Thankfully I was on the phone with my daughter who got me to the ER pronto.

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