Hola, Reader! It’s been awhile!
As you know, I post rather irregularly. I struggle to find a good posting frequency that works with my busy schedule. So now I will be trying to post at least once, if not twice a month. Every week (or every other week), I will be posting a poem–either of my own or by someone else. Then, once a month, I will post an update on my writing/reading. Sound like a good plan? Let me know what you think below!
Unripened words on the tree of the mind
When ripe they're split open and eaten
Some are rotten and thrown away
Others are juicy and full of meat.
For what are words but the fruit of imaginations?
What are words except the whispers of the wind?
What are words, the forces that drive all emotions?
What are words, the ideas that flip the world upside down?
No man can live on bread alone
But on the very words of God;
Words have power though they're unseen
Words can't be explained by science.
In order to grow words
A mustard seed must be first planted
And watered and loved so that it grows
Into the solid tree that develops fruit.
It can't be abandoned or it will die
It oughtn't be left a seed forever
It needs firm roots and a solid soul for soil
Then it will grow into the tree
Where birds will nest in its branches.
If it doesn't grow no birds will come
There'll be no shade under its branches
Ideas won't blossom and prompts won't roost
Within its nonexistent branches.
These ideas make the world
And change it for ever
Don't waste the fruit of this seed
Or it will take down other seeds.
Words have the power to burn the trees
They have the strength to fly the bees
Whispers untold will fold the world
And exclamations shake it.
-Anne B. Caitlin
This poem came out in a kind of song form, rather than just a poem. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think of it in the comments below!
Let me know if you have any suggestions for posts and/or post frequency! What did you think of the poem? Did you see any ways I could improve it? Comment below!