Poem: Words
(Robert Service and E.B. de Vito, two logophiles, express their fondness for words)
Words
If on isle of the sea
Though painter with delight
A fiddler lures fine tone
I have to tarry,
With one book, let it beA Dictionary.
For though I love life's scene,It seems absurd,
My greatest joy has beenThe printed word.
Though painter with delight
May colours blend,
They are but in his sightMeans to an end.
Yet while I harmoniseOr pattern them,
A precious word I prizeLike to a gem.
A fiddler lures fine tone
From gut and wood;
A sculptor from stark stoneShapes godlihood.
But let me just caress,Like silver birds,
For their own loveliness:Bewitching words.
Words
There are words that soothe
There are words that tighten,
There are words that shimmer,
And always, words
And tranquilize:
Slumbering, rainbows,Butterflies.
There are words that tighten,
Words that roil:
Tension, turmoil,Chaos, spoil.
There are words that shimmer,
That beguile:
Stars, ships, peacocks,Firelight, smile.
And always, words
That make life full:
Love, laughter, home,Peace, beautiful.