The Wonder of Words ©

Some words when woven are blankets
They allow warmth to penetrate bones
Others are crystal clear
They are the testimony to the poet's
Clarity of seeing
Yet some amuse and tickle the fancy
Of children to be remembered with
Fond smiles and passed down for posterity

Seductive words joined by red roses
And champagne serve their purpose
Descriptive words enhance the seeing eye
For me forget-me-not says it all
A flower for my heart

The wonder is how from those early
Cave messages tantalisingly obscure
We have progressed as far as to
Dissect emotions, code them and pass on
Through a poet's eye all life's drama