Thursday, June 5, 2014

The Power of Words


words
rise
on wings of butterflies

f
a
l
l

like torrential rain

words
cut & bleed-
deepen the scar
or (((heal))) it

words
etched in stone-
can't take them back
once thrown

inspire & uplift
don't put me down-
emPOWER me


My poem is posted for dVerse where Brian challenges us to think about language and how it can fail us or inspire us. I hope words can always uplift us and not defeat us!


Enjoy a little sightseeing in New York. Take in the scent of magnolia trees. Stop at a fruit stand for fresh strawberries and oranges. Whatever you do, be empowered! xx

24 comments:

  1. we can hope to use our words to empower....they will certainly cut to the quick...and should not be handled carelessly that is for sure...love that first part rising like butterflies and walling like torrential rain...

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  2. `I love words that empower & inspire ~ Lovely spring colors in your city ~

    Grace

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  3. Lovely--and inspiring--always a pleasure to read your work!

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  4. Beautiful. Those empowering words are definitely a gift

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  5. Without touching us physically words can either heal or hurt us, that's the word-power.

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  6. Words are the substance of our thoughts... I like visualizing the torrents of them you invoked.

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  7. You are right: when it is impossible to take back words, empowerment is the better choice.

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  8. Words, when thrown carelessly around, cannot be taken back. We need to treat them as things that can either be used as gifts or as weapons, because they can truly be used as either. Let us always choose to use them as gifts :)

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  9. Cara Loredana,poichè eravamo in contatto via mail anche tu avrai avuto lo spam con la richiesta di aiuto da parte di qualcuno che si è finto me....Costui ha agito cambiando tutto sul mio google account compreso il numero di telefono,mentre ero fuori dall'italia e lontana dal pc... segnalata da qualcuno,come spammer il mio blog ha perso ora immagini e visibilità e finchè Google non accoglie il mio ricorso rimango senza le vecchie immagini. Se non lo accoglie devo reintegrarle...il potere delle parole è davvero enorme ed ha volte poche lettere digitate da qualcuno cambiano la nostra vita. Ho letto con piacere tutti gli ultimi post e come al solito parole ed immagini sono toccanti. Amo le tue foto tra le quali i tulipani rossi sembrano il tuo sigillo...riconoscibili come tuoi tra tutte le immagini del web. Buon fine settimana a New York.Abbraccio,Rita.
    la mia nuova mail ritavasellipainter@gmail.com

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  10. The right word can prop up someone or knock them down, all how we choose to convey them

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  11. Words fall heavy indeed.. So easy to say, but cut like the sharpest of blades.

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  12. Looks like Spring has come to NY ...Loved the colours..you have conveyed the power of words effectively...
    waiting for more :-)

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  13. Continents apart, yet we are on the same wave today, Loredana!

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  14. words are powerful... they can build up or demolish... you've done a terrific job with yours.

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  15. ah! i liked those last lines...empowerment!

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  16. Yes, words rise and fall.....and so true that words once said cannot be unsaid..even though we wish they could be sometime!

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  17. yes - we should use our words to empower others... if we all did, the world would be a different place - love the pics and bought fresh strawberries from a street stand as well today...hmmmm

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  18. I'm so bad with poetry.. but I love that area in the photos, can only imagine the smell coming from the magnolia!

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  19. You certainly have a way with words, mi piacciono sempre i tuoi versi . Bellissima la foto dell'albero fiorito . Abbraccio.

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  20. Truly inspiring, Loredana!
    I wish you a wonderful week, my friend.

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  21. I really love this poem Loredana and how you visually inspired with your words as well...

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  22. L'exercice poétique n'est jamais vain quand il est sincère. Il atteint son véritable but dans le partage avec les autres. Alors, le poème ne nous appartient plus et il vit sa vie de hasard. Très beau texte. Bravo.
    Amitiés.

    Roger

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  23. Thank you, everyone, for your insightful comments! :)

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  24. oh wow - such cool style for that poem - I especially love the paranthesis around heal - it's like a buffer of symbolic of regrowth.

    (magnolia tree must have been amazing - scent, sight, shade...)

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