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alef
November 2008 
alef
Posted on Mar 24th, 2007
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Metta
Metta
somewhere there is a book writing us all
some of us might be speed-readers,
but it doesn't do us any good
there is a man who is learning his alphabet
he mouths the letters, tastes each one
like summer strawberries grown in his own garden
rolls them over his tongue, discovers a color
masters each before creating the world
some of us find that life is black and white
volumes full of dry descriptions
uncover the mystery of words
taste the bitterness
savor their ecstatic flavors
oh, if only this poem would say
what i mean
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What I read in it is wonderful!
we could taste the bitterness
and savor their ecstatic flavors
Yes! this is the crux.. of a poets needs…. words dance through our books, in our minds… pulling our hearts… and we feel their hunger….. to get this poem…. to say what we mean!!
you have written so well about the beauty of words and the way to get registered in our mind. Mind is full of images we have created and each word carries an image for us. I shall try to change the habit of reading too fast.
Delightful Metta,
As if we're in a Narrator's dream where we speak ourselves into existence moment to moment. Life is this mysterious language. :o).
excellent poem.
thank you all… I still wish it would say what I want it to… it dances around it but doesn't say it out loud… I've gone back and tightened it up…
Metta
Alef is silent as the first letter of the Jewish alphabet. It is unspeakable and references back to YHWH. Maybe this is exactly what the poem is supposed to do Metta. Just dance. :o)
it dances around it but doesn't say it out loud
:):):)