May 28, 2005


by Fa-So-La-La

In spoken Word and
the speaking of it lies the
beginning of all- a Word
was my entrance, was
the wings of my flight; with
Word I approach my God

And the Word was God


Lynn Bruce said...

Wow. Architectural poetry. Love the two column effect of the bolds. Write more. Please.

fa-so-la-la said...

I meant that-- the Word is the structure that holds this poem together, as it is the structure of life in subjection to it.

Owl of the Desert said...

That's really amazing Fa-so-la-la. You said so much in such a tiny space, especially with the bold effect. I agree with the Queen...please write more! :-)

Donna-Jean Breckenridge said...

I enjoyed this so much. I share your heart on this. Keep it up!

Unknown said...

Cool, i guess i'll let you write another one. 1 week and 2 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!