Tuesday, August 11, 2009

letterstogethermakeprettywords

i'm writing words
words of writing
words of fighting

what are these words?
sometimes alive
sometimes dying

what are these words?
words are speaking
words are leaking

loose words
tight words
wrong words
right words

what are these words?
steering left
steering right
never seem to be just right

only to you these words
mean something

only to me these words
are nothing

these are just words
just words I am writing

Dr. Seuss is a Genius

Oh, the places you'll go

Do you dare to stay out?

Do you dare to go in?

How much can you lose?

How much can you win?

And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters?

Or, maybe, not quite?

You can get so confused that you’ll start to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

Headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place……for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go, or a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a Yes or a No

Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants,

Or a wig with curls

Or another chance...

-Dr. Seuss