In the forest of words
countless life forms take shape.
Words nourish many creatures
and over time vast eco-systems of language
evolve and mutate.
All words feed off of each other
and silence is a primal bedrock
from which each word takes shape.
When entering semantic jungles
a degree of alertness is advised:
All too easily
words can seduce us
reduce us, or induce us
many flimsy things
through their hypnotic pleas . . .
Poetry in particular is
whose honeyed sweetness
sticks to neural tracks.
||(scratching her head) Doesn't this seem like an anti-poem?
||I'm not sure, but the 'forest of literature' seems pretty crowded to me. And each work in that forest is heading towards obscurity.
||(sighing) That's okay. Forests need to maintain a balance of growth and decay.
Fear not – the compost from our consciousness influences others in countless unseen ways.