a single step into the Middle of the World

Monday, May 9, 2011

Guest Writer: Poet Edward Grayson


WORD

Somehow my word 
changes meaning
from mind to hand
to another
brain.
Solid and easy thoughts
get tilted, adjusted,
twisted and
distorted
along this pathway.
Somehow
my word mutates,
escalates
then explodes
uncontrollably 
in the reception.
Here
my word
remains the same 
as
always.
There
it is 
no
longer
even my
word.


Edward Grayson is the author of Plane Field Sightings.

2 comments:

  1. Oh man...I have to say, yes yes yes!!! But then, at least someone is reading YOUR word and making it THEIRS. Trade off.

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