I composed this poem with my friend Susan at http://polysyllabicprofundities.com/ I love the subject about words so I thank her for prompting this one. Thanks Susan!
Words are delivered in whispers from poets who have gone long before, channeling rhymes of wisdom not to be dismissed as folklore. So much to be said about words as we speak of deprived clarity and words restrained from whispers disguise our private realities. Tortured voices of writers, struggling to capture their muse, float like feathers in currents of air, pain and reality infused. The books become bitter corpses with nothing but the scent of musty pages and forgotten shelves while they await the passing dissent. The words will live long after the pages no longer have form. Those whispers of writers before us take life and begin to transform.