Is there a perfect word,
one that is the plum of meaning?
A word wrapped in the husk of reason.
Is there a word that is the vassal
of life’s sleep-walking dream?
Syllables coated with a confection
of sweet memories sugar cookie?
Find an arrangement of the alphabet
that the multitude will accept,
hold the letters to the limelight
of poetry, extend and stretch them
beyond the meter of scofflaw pretenders,
the pedant writers of verse
trying to be hip, or, those that
conform to a convention of acceptance.
A word that tastes like honeyed red clover
blossoms in the mouth when spoken?
This word, does it remedy the ignorance
of narrow minded religious politic?
Can it nourish the hungry soul longing
for the spoken salvation of humankind.
This perfect word, this pittance of cost
to speak, to think, to place in the
felt bottomed silver offertory plate
of scrutiny, this word does it have weight?
Will it stop wars, soothe pain, press
love into the heart, mend transgressions,
will it last past tomorrow, can it exist
in a future without a future?
This word, is it so simple, so complete, so
very powerful that it is mirrored in every
reflection of everyday, in every adversity?
This perfect word does it carry a universe
of meaning, conflicts, and contradictions.
Is there a word that completes the circle
of creation, defining a closure to the gaping
maw of a god’s imagined invention.
Is there such a perfect word?
Yes! The word is, and always has been…you.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour