This word is broken
I cannot use it anymore
It conjures up all together different and opposing meanings from that which it is supposed to
To me
This is the trouble with words
They come to us innocent and blank and we take them and sully them with the way in which we use them
Or allow them to use us
Verbs
Nouns
Pronouns
We attach them to ourselves, our actions and our meanings
Some words are the making of us
And some the breaking
But I cannot use this word anymore and I find that a tragedy
And in that small catastrophe lies a lesson
Do not mistake a word as a flimsy descriptor, weak and useless
Or it will break you into a million pieces
Shattering the cup that carried it
Words are vessels
And our actions become the hard ground upon which we throw them
Some grow weary from over use
Some become complicated and by their contrary nature, or ours, grow obtuse
Others, once personalised against our individual experience are weighted and draw us downward
No matter how lofty their original intent
It is somewhat ironic that this word, which is broken to me, usually sits so high on the energetic tree, but through my experience it now drains all colour from my mind when it whispers past
But it is just a word
I don’t have to use it, you say
Ahhh but words that mean the most, for good or for bad they haunt us the way that nothing else can, restlessly shifting, sand storms of the mind and the only way to retreat is to find
A worthwhile synonym
I so know what you mean. But give it time. Even four years absence may be enough. And one day in an airport terminal the word may run at you and jump joyfully into your arms, refreshed, restored, and changed.
Aha! But if joy is the word I much reach higher for bliss or peace or …something. It’s a pity, it used to be a favourite word of mine but I do find peace eminently peaceful , so there is that 😊
words are tools for both wise and fools.
And it is rarely the tool which fails but the person using it – I know because I’ve had some words fail me moments and it wasn’t the word..but the fool 😏 oh well, if we’re lucky we learn and the luckier we are the wiser we become until finally – it isn’t luck but wisdom that works in our favour 🍃
Words are all these and yet, often meaning is hard to covey. You express the challenges very well. Love the title
It got my attention 👍
Hi Suzette thanks for reading, I’m glad the title caught your attention.
My pleasure. Thank you 😊
Life…the synonym for them all. A synonym-ic post Kate, words do indeed go where our hearts are. Well written 😀❤️🙏🏽
Thanks Mark ✨
Loved the poem, such an interesting look into your thoughts.
Thankyou Pooja 😊
My pleasure ☺️