Word Warriors

 

Words are clumsy

Yet when woven into poetry

Parables

Or prose

A pattern appears

Discernable to all

Who care to look.

An image of what is truly meant

Rises behind the curtain of your mind

And understanding

Becomes knowing

A grenade, devoid of shrapnel,

But packed with vowels and consonants

That may chip

And eventually crack

You wall of illusion

 

                   ---unAsleep