Always there is the word
Nothing by itself
It is neither this nor that
Devoid of any thing
The void stretches away as far as the eye can see
The mind cannot name
In the deep dark night
When images flicker like lightening storms across the brain
The mind picks up its metaphorical pen
The day begins again
And we name it
Begin to talk
The mind to walk
This bunch of sounds
Turns this way and that
And a sentence comes out to play
Still it lives in the mind
Not yet spoken aloud
In the humans head
Dramas are playing out
Worlds are building
Words and their building blocks
A cacophony of feelings
A steady stream now marching across the consciousness
Leaping dancing twirling
Plucking like strings
Blood pressure rising
All of it springing
From mans recognition
Of his environment
Her inner chanting being
Which never lets up
For as long as
Flowing out into the ether
Along phone lines
Poured from mouths
The fingertips of the blind
Lighting up millions of minds
Switches flicking on
In what was once a silent cavernous darkened room
The Big Bang!
Until the word
That could describe it
Was first formed
Humans greatest victory
Over the void
Stretching our brains
Bigger and bigger
The whole world runs on words
Never would have been fought
These immensely powerful things
Never can they be killed
Without us thinking them
What’s in the box?
Until the mind opens it
The word describes it
The mouth says “aha”
Quantum theory looping
They don’t begin
The human being
Imagine the peace and silence of a world
Where there aren’t any words
Yet we can’t
Without the words
To describe it
There was the word
I wonder what my last will be?
Writing this poem was a bit like exploring quantum physics – I was aware of this massive thing beyond the edges of my mind
And line by line
It explained itself
I like to think – I like to let my mind of its leash let it unravel
Report to me
What it finds
This poem was birthed as I replied to Yassy the poet tonight – as I typed “the words always wait for us” it hit me – they do
They wait for us
Words are nothing without us …off went my brain weaving words together to describe words and this immense idea conspired
The world seemed to fold in on itself as I realised one after the other the full implications of words
The reason that animals are so peaceful compared to us
Is probably because they don’t have words
Words that build mountains out of mole hills
Twisting us into knots of emotions
Anyway here I go again
So I won’t
But just imagine
Who would you be if the words to describe you were not there?
Is the true potential of who you are contained
Smothered by your own or someone else’s description?
Well stuff that!
They’re just words and they are nothing
Without the energy we give them
If words are messing with your life
And write yourself a new life
Oh and Yassy the poet writes sublime poetry – her words are like the finest porcelain cups that she fills with herbals and sweet fragrant tea – sip, swallowing without a sound as the meaning flows like music. I actually can’t describe it and I certainly can’t do it.
Check out Yassy’s blog and one of her latest poems here
I hope your mind is thinking up more things that wouldn’t have occurred without words
I don’t think mine will stop for awhile
27 thoughts on “In the beginning there was a word – then the world began”
Oh! my! my ! What a wonderful inspiring post from you my sweet wise Kate. Your words are like balm , soothing to the eye as the heart reads the deeply emotional depth of your words , portrayed in an everlasting visual that gives the reader a sense of new discovery.
So many different ways to use words Yassy- you paint with them as beautifully and thoughtfully as a dying man chooses breaths. ❤️🦋 thank-you for your kind thoughts but I believe mine just tumble out – a bit wild – they have always been feathery things that if I’m lucky let me write their song as they pass through. They aren’t mine though and just as quickly as they come, they are gone leaving me with a mouthful of normal. Why I love poetry so much. For a moment – it feels like being brushed with magic, like Cinderella entering a ballroom. Then it’s all gone and it’s back to “what do you want for dinner?” And typing business letters. 😂
I think poetry is inherently you , that is the reason you write and write with a heartfelt warmth and it connects with the reader , Katy. I think your goodness shines in the words that spill from your quill. I love this bond I have with you.
I do live and eat and breathe poetry lol and words and phrases and rhymes are always going around in my head. Hehe
Well, here is a warm poetic hug I am sending you dear Kate.
And btw, typing business letters requires a lot of head and you my dear have a lot of good grey matter in that dear head of yours.
What a moving piece of poetry. I love this!
Thanks! I loved it too – it will sit in your head and you will think about what wouldn’t have been – if it wasn’t for words. I’m still doing it 😂
These are beautiful words Kate – its amazing what power there can be in choosing just the right combination. Now feeling very inspired on this wet freezing night!
You lucky thing – I could definitely do cold and freezing – so hot here today! Thanks for stopping by, hope your writing turns out well.
“Words are nothing without us…” I never thought about that, but it’s oh so true. That’s just one of the many lines in your poem that made me pause for thought. This is a powerful, amazing, truthful piece! Well done. 👏👏👏
It wrote itself KT – I was just as surprised I think and my brain was on fire with thoughts – do you know every time I have got worried about something this morning I asked myself “how would this be without words?” All mental disturbance disappears – it’s true! Try it – of course it comes back when the words do but just having that pause made me realise – everything is bad because we describe it to ourselves – no description, no words and …the mind just goes blank. It’s quite extraordinary and a wonderful way to shove a buffer in between reaction.
I will have to try it, shove those pesky words away. I have some relationship issues that no amount of talking—using words—will ever solve. I will try to “not describe” those issues in my thoughts.
Again, this is an amazing piece. I rarely save a post, but I did this one.
Thanks – I really appreciate it.
So much meaty goodness in here! Lots of chewing and savoring going on in my head. I keeps getting stuck on “I wonder what my last will be” Mine will probably be the F-bomb, I use it frequently haha!
On another blog this morning this lovely lady was discussing rhyming slang and various words and their meanings like creamy crackers (knackered) and crispy duck (different sort of fowl or rather foul and beginning with f as well and I’m sure you know what I mean 🤣) anyway I’m finding it very satisfying because I made nougat (from another bloggers recipe so easy but about the messiest thing I’ve ever made – this is becoming a lengthy reply) anyway had these big sticky strings of stuff everywhere and I crispy ducked my way through to all and the end result is so yummy!
Now what was I talking about?
Oh yes words
I use way tooooo many 😂😂
I needed the belly laugh that happened while reading your reply…….:)
Excellent I’m smiling picturing it 😂😂
This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing 🙂
Thanks for stopping by
You really know how to portray yourself so well.
Beautiful poem x
Thanks Claire 😊
I was just wondering why a picture is worth a thousand words. One day the computer will read our thoughts and type them into words. Interesting to see how that looks…kinda jumbled i would think.
Very messy Len – Possibly illuminating though
Such a beautiful poem, it really makes you think! x
Thankyou and thanks for stopping by 😊
I really like cups and saucers, mugs and glasses. I don’t really have any matching sets. Sorry, just on a tangent because of the lovely photo. The message is pretty potent and important too.
I get so suckered with cups and china too. This was taken at our favourite coffee shop at the beach – they have beautiful cups and saucers that they buy when they go on trips – beautiful hey? I feel special drinking my chai out of a gorgeous cup