Saturday, November 8, 2014

I Dream On Words

Last month I shared a poem by James Kavanaugh entitled There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves   and also the humorous The Post Office .  Many readers commented how much they liked his style of poetry.  I would like to acknowledge Mr. Kavanaugh by posting another one of my favorites. I hope you will enjoy them as well.



This one is entitled:

I Dream On Words

I dream on words and lick them 
And wonder...
How old they are and
Who created them
When they were only grunts and groans?
 Sometimes I'd rather grunt
Then talk
Because words belong to someone else.

My grunts are my own,
Lusty in my throat,
Strong in my chest,
Born in my belly.

Sometimes I'd rather scream than sing
Because I write the lyrics
To my screams.

I dream on words and lick them
And wonder Who created them
When they were only sobs and signs 
Of savages too proud
To go to school
And learn how other men talk.

My sobs are my own,
Caught in my throat,
Heaving in my chest,
Aching in my belly.
Sometimes I'd rather weep than sing
Because I write the music
For my tears.

Will you come tonight
And listen 
To my symphony
Of grunts and groans and weeping?


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