Thanks to Bojana and her love for poetry I decided to contribute myself to the National Poetry Month (which is celebrated in April in North America). As I am not a poet, I will only say few Words:
Soft words sing a lullaby
On a clear evening when there is no cry
Lonely mother who is about
Ready to fight back the wicked and cast out.
The words can be nice, the words can be mean
One sometimes does wonder what they really mean
They can bring sorrow, but they can bring joy
They can be bold, fair or coy.
We use them when we speak, we use them when we cry
We use them when we laugh, we sing, or say good bye
They can be silent, but noisy in our head
Simple or complicated, wonder you’ve just said.
The words can bring us music, and love stories
Taking us along new territories
But they bring us lies and hate as well
Wondering sometimes what you have to tell.
The nice words are not always sincere
When you hear them loud and clear
The bad words do not always deceive
If you want to stand back and leave.
The words can get right, the words can get wrong
They aren’t always coming fair like a song
They have sometimes a meaning
Or just simply a reason for some screening
Sometimes we want to say words, sometimes to keep quiet
But they come out in rush, maybe like a riot
Sometimes we mean when we speak them out
But sometimes they go even if we doubt.
We can use few words to say maybe a lot,
Listening a friend, giving free a thought
But we can speak a lot, fancy words to bring
Talking, perorating, without saying anything.
You can use them wisely
Being kind and nicely
Or a choice of call
Saying none at all.
Have a wonderful weekend and continue to keep alive the magic of poetry❤