More than just the black and white of the page,
or a simple definition; syntax is image; and every
chapter, a tribe, with words huddling close
together, each dependent on each other.
The space between each letter is the darkness
connecting each star, and ideas born in clouds,
brought before and treasured greater than love,
and an empty page— your hand is it’s god;
and not an empty page, but the earth that your world
will live upon. And when words possess enough color,
they could be seen with the eyes that live inside the
mind; and when emotion becomes a solid weight
weighing upon your shoulders, it’s the paper’s ears
that listens to your pen’s heart, from which your
soul is the manufacturer of every spoken word,
processed by questioning eyes of the unknown
who must look beyond the words—for now they
are no longer words; not dreams, not reality—
they become Beringia; and even to those who know
not what to expect in the world beyond the words,
they have to discover, because by discovering they
are born again with the keys to a foreign gate
and the opportunity to live another life.
And to do just that is what being a writer means to me.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond the Words
Poetry"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." (Robert Frost) Collection of poems, Volume One (2012-2013) © Copyright by Dahlia Pimentel. All rights reserved.