Bill Littleton
Author of 'Bridgeworks'

Sometimes I hate words.
They make me stumble when I try to stretch,
All because I overestimate their elasticity;
They leave me lonely when I try to join in,
All because I miscalculate the other's vocabulary.

So many times
I try to clarify and create confusion instead,
I try to console and deepen despair instead,
I try to inspire and undermine morale instead,
I try to inform and encourage ignorance instead --
All because of damn stupid, clumsy words.

But when souls are in synch,
God, I love words.
They let me soar above the chasms of confusion,
They dance away the dregs of despair,
And elevate my consciousness in the face of defeat
While they transform suspicions into knowledge.

Words can sing and dance in wild abandon,
Words can put things in solemn perspective,
Words can teach and heal,
Words can fly,
Words can dig to the bottom of a problem
And trigger emotions more complicated
Than they can delineate.

The chemistry of words brings magic to my life,
Swirling in, each with its army
Of synonyms and antonyms that enrich expression
And build bridges where no bridges have been before.

© 2005 William Neuel Littleton 

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