Bits and pieces,

simple strokes here and there

with power to slice to the heart, to dismember and wound,

power to elevate to the skies, to swell dashed hope,

locks to bind,

deceits to blind,

keys to free and give life,

simple strokes that change the world.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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13 Responses to Words

  1. dorannrule says:

    Love that old manual typer! Mine was a bit more modern than that. Fingers flying and even then it had the power of “words.” Your poem is haunting, just like the typewriter.

    • What was horrible about the typewriters was the fix. Remember all that white tape stuff. For a lousy typist, that was punishment. But the one I took to college was blue. That must count for something.

  2. I have to agree! I love the old typewriter picture above. It makes me think about how much easier it is today to write. Great poem!

  3. Susan Hart says:

    So true, Lilly. The strokes ARE so simple.

  4. Mona says:

    I learned to type on one like that and now I am typing on touch screen on iPad … I am still amazed at the rapid advance of technology. However, this comment is really about YOU. Wonderful poem. True. Artistic.

    And I really like you header. Did you take that shot?

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