Words’ Worth

What these words are worth
To those without eyes to read
Or chips in heads binaring what pens bleed?
Take time before it melts
To look,
To see,
To listen,
To hear
All the tiny things the earth
Record them, Poet!

Like the nine lovers of Hesiod sew
Lyrics to life from the smallest detail.

The simple worth of words
Hearts slide outside
A closed box,
With pen’s ink
Rearranged order,
And find in disorder,
Joy’s deviance.

Painting: Francois Boucher Erato, The Muse Of Love Poetry

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