By Thelma A. Giomi
Yucca Branch
Wild willful words
Come sweeping across
The page
As if they owned
My heart.
Wild willful words
Sometimes,
Come more gently.
As if they were a summer breeze,
A quiet tenderness
Season-wise with wisdom,
As they slip into
My morning’s wonderings.
Wild willful words
Can come whistling and whining,
Through the cracks
Unruly as the turbulent wind.
Still, I pledge
Wild willful words
I will abide with you.
Aware of your story’s power.
I am yours for the duration.
Very nice tribute to words, their power and use, with excellent use of those words and their sounds.
I relate to this powerful poem. Word lovers are shaped and formed by these whims.
However the words come to poets, gently or wildly, we do indeed feel compelled to answer their call!
I like the idea of “abiding” with the words.
I really enjoyed this poem! It spoke to me! You’ve engaged a worthy repetition, and I compliment you!
Well crafted, excellent poem. Thank you for sharing
ALAS, A POEM THAT REALLY GRIPS THE HEART.
LOVE IT.
THANKS FOR SHARING.