...One Word...

one word then two

pebbles dropping single heavy

then two became a phrase

ribbon fluttering, half a glimpse

the phrase forms a thought

strong lines carved in wet sand with rough knobby sticks

the sand crumbles and slips under the foam

one word then twenty and fifty

a stream becomes the river

yawns wider stretching to the shore

where waves enfold the once slender stream

a cascade of collected words sailing surging

fluid lines rolling relentlessly marching

across the helpless flat white page

emerging at last

victorious

this poem's journey from nothing and zero

from no words then

one

.

.

.

~Faye Manning

[[..Mo.30.Apr.2001..]]