haiku: language to a writer



Language to a

writer is rare–each word like

cellared, reserved wine.


The writer plummets 

the river of language for

nugget and gemstone.  


Soaring on wings

of ascension, the writer

finds fresh winds and light.


Words for the writer

brim with scant shades of turning–

essence and nuance.


Wordsmithing is not

enough: Who can measure the

weight of a comma?


Knowledge is good and

research better, but the words

unlock truth and light.


Always measuring,

the writer adds and subtracts

fractions for intrigue.


The poet extracts

some pertinent lines, to add

shadows and layers.


The relationship

between writer and reader

is not casual.


The writer never

forgets the supreme power

of sterling silence.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Tara says:

    Great way to end a day of magazine editing….puts a smile on my face to read such a polished piece …ahhhh! 🙂

  2. Bonnie says:

    Oh, Tara, a day of editing! I am quite familiar with it. Thanks for your encouragement always.


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