words taste better as we get old,
we can choose our words carefully,
we can paint images with words,
our palate is well stocked,
vibrant and descriptive,
straight to the point,
projecting happiness to a waiting army,
hungry for the next recipe,
a soup of letters that spells danger,
colourful words underlined,
raw uncut delicate situations,
pornography for the mind,
every word creates a new story,
everyday a new path,
we can paint like never before,
online or by word of mouth,
spreading the word like spreading a disease,
you can hear it coming on the morning breeze,
and the muse has been kind to you,
and has delivered a four course meal,
delicately hanging in creative space,
with added dilemma and super sexy appeal,
words make good listening,
and words can bring hope,
words can send the kids to sleep,
words can climb the highest slope,
words are drugs for the wise,
who inject wisdom everyday,
words can light up desperate times,
giving hope in a world of dismay!
.©Darren Hobson July 2014
Lexicologically delightful. Well done.
Thanks for your comment much appreciated
Reblogged this on elisa c poetry and commented:
i will be writing more poetry soon, in the meantime i will reblog a few older posts!
beautiful ode to the “word”, and yes you are right that as you get older they words get better, hope my own get also better slowly. You…..you already have it done.
thank you for your kind words!