I love words. I love playing with them; I love the challenge of finding the right word; I love the power words hold–to shape and define the world.

Rippling Words

sad, hard words that repeat
over and over
filling my mind, my heart
my soul
words whose meaning
I know only through pale
past ripples of the same
words which threaten
all the futures I have dreamed
words, repeating even still
repeating and mutating as I
dream nightmares of the
futures they could mean
words I cannot change
words I could not prevent
words that will define who I am
words repeating, rippling out

words already rippling out
into the future, my future
the sad, hard words

written 1/3/08