A single syllable

During Greenbelt this year, which I wrote about previously, one of the things I did was attend a couple of poetry workshops. The results were a few scribbled notes, most of which are unlikely to come to much but this is something I started during one of the exercises, which I have come back to play with and 'finish off' (is poetry ever finished?) since. 

The task was to write a poem using only words of one syllable, a rule I mostly followed, but as I often tell people, the beauty of poetry is that rules are made to be broken, so look out for the two syllable word at the end! 

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There are words
That stretch my whole self
Words that speak
not just to my mind
But dig deep

To my heart, 

My soul,
Words that breathe
To the core of who I am

And who I am meant to be.

There are words
That dare to make me see
A new me
That break through all I thought I knew
To be true
Words that give a chance
To build, to change
To live, 

To be

There are words
That reach out
Through time and space
From a place
I have not been
Where one day
I will go

or I will not 

There are words
That sing and dance and shout and play
Each day
Words that call me

To hope
To dream

To fly
Words that tell me

To be free

All these days
So much to say

And yet
I'm not sure why

A strange hush falls

There are words
That are trapped
On tips of tongues
That will not flow
From pen to page.

There are words

And there is

Silence.