Skin to Thought
Words without meaning,
don’t give shape, nor form,
speaking about the abstract,
things not consider the norm.
Provide an explanation,
a definition ‘bout the weird,
seeing lost looks on faces,
their response to the absurd.
A little child, learning all,
little things like the a, b, c’s,
grown into a man, a world traveler,
sharing well known philosophies.
“Placing skin on living thoughts,”
quoted, Oliver once said,
giving life to words,
those spinning round, in his head.
Unorganized and jumbled,
”gibberish,” is what we say,
that with structure and purpose,
brings life and light to day.
© 2003 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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