Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Word: Haiku

What's in a word? One Single Impression poets ponder that this week. So many thoughts rumble and tumble around my mind when I consider the...word...word.


The Word of God.

Mark my word.

Oh, my word!

In the end, the prompt takes me to this:

When nothing remains
of fortunes or past glories,
we still have our word.


Tricia said...

When I was a child, my father used to often talk about the value of giving our word. It was lesson I'm so glad he provided.

qualcosa di bello said...

brilliant!...it drives home the deep value of speech, which we often take too lightly

D... said...

Words can wound and heal. Words are powerful. Great one!

SandyCarlson said...

Who we are, of course.

Thanks for this.

Tammie Lee said...

Yes, our word is hugely important.

Jeeves said...

Lovely. Just love both.

Beth P. said...

You bet, patois. It's the beginning and maybe the middle. Not sure about the ending.

Thanks for this. Also going to go comment on your bad mother poem. Hm.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Awesome, hon. It's all about the value of what we say to others and how we treat them with our words. That whole "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" isn't true because I've found words to be more painful than any broken bone.


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