Friday, August 24, 2012

After Babel



image borrowed from bing


After Babel 

Words
decorate our lives
like ever-blooming flowers;

some bursting with sunlight,
others poking their oil-soaked petals
out of bayous;

some so holy they are only uttered
by anointed practitioners,
others smeared in blood
on middle eastern walls;

some that stimulate eros,
others that damn us to perdition--

but they all serve us well.


Glenn Buttkus

August 2012



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5 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

So beautiful, Glynn... especially:

Words decorate our lives like ever-blooming flowers;
some bursting with sunlight, others poking their oil-soaked petals out of bayous

Brian Miller said...

and sometimes they get us in trouble....or they save us...gotta watch those words...smiles.

Doug Palmer said...

Words word swords

G-Man said...

Glynn....
First of all, Welcome Back!!!
Secondly, what a beautifully dramatic piece of art.
Loved your 55
I can only hope that you contribute regularly...:-)
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

janetleigh said...

....II...I\../I..I\...II
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