The Thralldom of Words


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The Thralldom of Words

How unreal
Insensate 
Would this life be
Without words
Sterile
Without the sounds to sing my feelings
The joy of Tongue
Touched by language
Threaded through thought
Expressed
In silken sound
Tempered by the vernacular
Enriched by our true poets

Sounds of the lover’s
Throbbing pleasure
Silken sounds
Of the singer of songs
Soulful
sensuous
That’s what it’s all about, Alfie. 

Living life
Loses meaning 
Is unreal 
Without 
The thrall of words
In trusted tomes
Found fables and
The lust for legend
Joy discovered
In mildewed texts
Throbbing with
Sound
Sense
And feeling

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3 thoughts on “The Thralldom of Words

  1. Thralldom ! Roland, I love this word and was immediately drawn in to your poem.
    It expresses so beautifully our deep wish of sharing what we feel, e.g. your lines: ” The joy of Tongue
    Touched by language
    Threaded through thought
    Expressed
    In silken sound ”

    Should we all take singing lessons to give the words their best sound? 😊 .

    Miriam

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