By Anne of Lothlorien
Some words are ancient
As old as the ages
With green, newborn words
They’re put down on pages
But they dance off the paper
And run down the street
Stopping and bowing
To people they meet
They ride on the clouds
And climb through the trees
Unfasten their sails
And follow the breeze
They fall from the heavens
Right into my hands
I string them on twine
And the silkiest strands
Then I hang them up high
In the cerulean blue
And every so often
I keep just a few
But never forever
One thing I know
A word must be free
Wherever it goes
Our lives often change
All things have their season
But we feel a connection
And I know the reason
Words sail through the sky
And fly through the seas
They travel the world
And bless whom they please
They link us together
The people they find
Those who are and have been
Our stories entwined
The one-day-I-wills
And the happily-ever-afters
The dreamers, believers
All threaded together
As they have been
Throughout the ages
Our words are much more
Than ink on the pages
They move and inspire us
Condemn and set free
Reach farther and deeper
Than we’ll ever see
None other possesses
What you have just heard
The power and mystery
Of one single word
The summer she turned eight, “Anne” made two very important decisions. The first was to become a Christian, the second was to become a Lore-wain. (For those who do not know the wonderful world of the Wingfeather Saga, that means a teller of stories. Read the books.)
Starting her writing career with a four-page story about a purple sheep, “Anne” set off determinedly down the road to becoming an authoress. Whether she reaches the end of her journey or not, time alone will tell. Currently, time’s not talking much, so we’ll just have to be patient for a while.
Although being published is a big deal for her, “Anne” also has various other accomplishments, including being able to make homemade pizza from memory, scraping through geometry respectably, and teaching her little sister a year of fourth-grade English. She likes roller coasters and the color forest green.
You described words so perfectly! They do have the potential of popping off the page and striking so many people. And I think this poem just did! Thank you, Anne! This is gorgeous!!
Thank you! I’d hoped it would have the affect that it talked about.
Nice deep poem. I especially loved:
Stopping and bowing
To people they meet.
😀
Yeah, I love personifying things. Especially when you can make them sophisticated things with manners. XD XD
This poem is so beautiful I have no words to describe it. ❤️❤️❤️ I can’t wait to see more of your poetry!
I can’t wait to see more of my poetry on here either! I have a few more I’m considering submitting… we’ll see. 😀
I am at a loss for words…simply beautiful.
Thanks! All these comments mean a lot to me.
Love this! 😍
Beautiful poem. It has such wonderful rhythm. I can almost hear the words dancing.
I absolutely love this! Such beautiful and fun language you use. Great work! Keep writing 🙂
Oh, this is so beautiful, Anne! I hope to see more of your work in the future 🙂 It’s so hard to choose a favourite verse, but I really loved this one:
They link us together
The people they find
Those who are and have been
Our stories entwined
That’s my favorite verse too!
wow!! I really loved that poem. such a great explanation of words 😁
Lovely poem, dear. 😉 So proud to finally see you published. <3
Thanks you! I hope to keep being published until this place shuts down.
*laughs* Like it’ll ever shut down.
XD I hope to see more of your stuff on here as well. *hint hint*
Anne, that is so wonderful! I love it! Definitely captures the power of words.
I love it! *salutes* Great job! 😀
Beautiful!