Have you ever pondered the elusive nature of words? How they gather, almost like a flock of birds, searching for just the right perch? In this captivating poem, the author invites us to engage in a dialogue that’s both rich and mysterious, revealing layers of meaning tucked away, much like a child hiding in a game of hide-and-seek. The text dances around the complexities of language, reminding us that what we articulate can transform as it passes through our minds—bending and shifting like light through a prism. Ultimately, it’s a heartfelt reflection on our attempts to connect with one another through the delicate weaving of syllables and syntax. If you’re intrigued and want to dive deeper into this linguistic phenomenon, be sure to check out the full poem! LEARN MORE.
There is a conversation here
I am not aware of, a group of words clustering,
looking for a new home
There is a meaning hidden, like a child
playing a game, tucked inside a line,
a Derrida-like violence to language
What I have said is what I have said
but then that word passes through the mind
and like a prism, bends the light
And what we are left with
is the best we can do to love each other
with syllables and syntax.
