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by Rayne Dance Trees don't need names. Neither do the birds in the trees, or the fish in the sea. They don't run around saying, Hi, I'm Birch, or My name is Robin, or Hello there, I'm Mister Dolphin, can I get you a drink? No, creatures are just what they are, and they do what they do. So why do we humans run around the world flinging out words all the time? Is it an attempt to create the world so we can get ourselves from here to there? Even now, you're following my words along thinking you'll catch the gist of what I'm saying and make something of it. Why? These words aren't real. Like all words, they're just a feeble attempt to create reality. Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. Want to comment on this story? Click Here to go the Literary Review Discussion Forum (for the subject, enter "Comment on poem The Reality of Words") |