I forget them sometimes - their lilt and grace when arranged and folded like origami on the page. How soft and musical they can be. How flexible they can bend, like an accordion. How wide their palette, from demure white to fury red to intoxicating purple-lilac. When used with brash and swagger, they can hurt with impunity. On the flip side, silence is also a weapon. Imagine when your muse leaves you with an empty vase or you get no response to a letter you sent. They say your words define you. So be careful of the words that you invite in - they will rage in your blood, and bleed from your pen.
patch of moss, green
brims with abundance-
dawn is sweet, orange
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ Also, a haibun for our Haibun Monday hosted by Kanzensakura ~ Thanks for the visit ~