Words, simple?
No; to be analyzed,
to be searched with a spotlight seeking synonyms
For the wise, or for those who think they are wise; that think they know the meaning.
We are taught to uncover a poets purpose,
to realize their thoughts, but how do we?
Words are a contradiction.
They tell the truth or they lie.
They are an instrument.
But that instrument stays invisible,
no-one knows its importance.
I can't say my thoughts, they come out wrong.
But by them you think you know me.
No one knows how important words are, no one knows how little,
or how small.
Or Big.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Louise, good inventive piece of writing. Regards, Ian