I Am, A Word

I am, a word…

I.     I’m witness to phantoms and
       ghasts;
       I’m the key to every young damsel’s
       heart.
       Wars have been waged, heroes
       have been slayed…


II.    A word whence etched leaves a
       mark-
       the pedestal on which the mighty
       stand.
       Thrown into despair is the gentry,
       owing to the sculptor’s flair.

III.  I know not where bards find me,
       and evince in their possession.
       I know not how a sage’s sermon    
       puts one in perplexion.
       I stand by time, and see the reels-
       the many façades, blemished.
       I stand by time, and see the reels-
       how one unto other does bless.

IV.  Till dusk do I weep,
      and weep my throat sore.
      On and on goes the rigmarole,
      until a word is grey and old.

V.   For, if in all eternity, I’ve learnt my
      lessons well-
      The pen that wages wars thus
      stands mightier than the sword.
      May thy mighty pen be blessed with
      many poems;
      A few lovely, a few reminiscent and
      a few in search of hope.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2021

11 thoughts on “I Am, A Word

  1. This is brilliant, Ana.

    We never know the power of words until we try dissecting their true meaning.

    Your words have definitely exuded the glorious trifecta as posed in the last verse of your piece, and all I can say is long live its reign.

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  2. I couldn’t agree more with @Cheemnonso. From the thought beind the poem to the meaning it gives, to the way you concluded everything was absolutely fantastic!

    Liked by 1 person

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