Of Uncaged Consonants...

 This was going to be fun four-liner rhyme about words 

(after seeing a prompt 'rhyme a reason you like to write' on FB)

but it turned into something like a hungry leopard freed from its cage

...chasing a herd of antelope😊

 Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words...

 ...little show-stealer didn't want just his sister in the picture so he made a MAD dash for it
when he saw the camera and pulled this funny face to top it all off😂

The word 'cherish' has become my mind-set for moments...

Words draw us in to worlds apart

A painter’s tray for ink-swirled art

They dash and drip and splash and pour

Into pictures not seen before

Where from the quill as from a brush

They spill, a panoramic rush

To thrill the gallery of thought

With scenes of what is or is not

They surge and seep and laugh and weep

And fill a thousand hills with sheep

Or startle us with the faint roar

Of what once was and is no more

…where all that is began with Word

Timeless abyss by language stirred

Creating in the darkness, Light

Composing that first day and night

…for all we think about and see

Began with God’s Words, ‘let there be’

Then still-life shore and surging tide

Stood gloriously side by side

The bud swaddled the naked tree

God awed earth with His poetry

The manifold folds of a flow’r

The ink-well dell, the mountain’s tow’r

…but alas, soon Perfection’s bliss

Was broken by the serpent’s hiss

As words of vile hatred gave voice

To mankind’s sacred law of choice

And thereby didst coldly deceive

With cunning words, Adam and Eve

Revealing with designing skill

How words work both for good and ill

Reminding us thus, words should be

Weighed well before we set them free

For who knows the full recompense

Of word’s infinite influence

Ah, what we write and what we say

…we all hold a grand painter’s tray

The colours that we choose to use

So varied in its hues and views

A stallion of cloven ink

Set free on fields of Feel and Think

To wreak havoc in human heart

To spill its ilk in sonant art

To cheer us on or crush us, oh

By a word-painted picture-show

For so much more is seen than heard

In the ripple-effect of Word

The lover of ink-woven things

Is never lonesome long; hope sings

In the courtyard of poetry

Knowing how much a word can be

If chosen carefully and then

Set free on yachts of acumen

A contagion of gross purport

Wafts in the wake of verbal sport

A smile, a kiss, a fist-a-cuff

Sometimes gentle and sometimes gruff

The matrix for a symphony

Melding bare fact with fantasy

…for we are creatures born to dream

And apt to get lost in a stream

Of stars felled while we stared a while

To where the air of words beguile

The one who seems drawn to the vaunt

Of what hides in unbridled font

Of ABC waiting to be

A storm upon an unformed sea

A diamond on the sand of time

A sparkle spilt in lilt and rhyme

Then snared to press upon a page

To preserve there from age to age

…for words always invite us in

To partake of love’s groan and grin

To touch the place where tears regale

The face when at last mere words fail

As we curl in the cozy nook

Between the covers of a book

And fantasize and empathize

In worlds cut down to whispered sighs

And make us feel, as feathers fall

We are not strangers after all

But, by the bond of word begin

To be like worldwide next of kin

© Janet Martin

 The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, 

and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, 

for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.

Luke 6:45