I Choose Words~

There is nothing romantic about numbers

Their equations, correct, concise

Austere and unwavering digits

Tallying the madness of life

This is why I choose words

There is no right or wrong

On how to weave these lines and curves

In poesy or song

Words transform an empty page

To wisdom, humor, sonnet

Fact, fantasy;  an open stage

To pour love's soul-blood on it

Its nuances original

Silk, satin, ragged, rough

Its messages subliminal

Or random ‘off-the-cuff’

They transport us from wooden chairs

To portals unexpected

Words are the glorious medium where

The dead are resurrected…

…and as we ponder o’er old ink

The bleeding of the ages

Pours into our hearts the drink

Of vagabonds and sages

This is why I choose words

For I am completely astounded

At how twenty-six letters leave hearts stirred

And utterly dumb-founded

© Janet Martin

...so YES! Go ahead, pick up a pen
and make something beautiful.

The only time numbers have the power
to steal my breath or stop my heart
is in unexpected bills...