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How Letters and Words Rain; On Me

by Jeffrey Parren

Words rain on my mind with such complexity and feverish pitch that I can hardly contain them. I feel compelled to write. I like to listen to others speak; picture the words they say, rearrange them like Yoda, or the way I would say them. I see the world around me, not as physical, but letters forming into words that fit into the space of that object. I can see all the letters of a tree, many times copied over filling the space contained, until it is just a stalk, some branches and letters flowing with the vibrancy of life it represents, on a plain background. I then replace some of the words in that tree with synonyms, antonyms, anything to instantiate my mind to conjure up more words for the next writing session. I see a sunset. I look for words in the clouds, physically there, lucky for me, a break in the matrix of my cognition. But search not far for those letters, for the “blue” of the sky and the “purple” and “red” I see as part of the sunlight come out in full force, raining a sea of letters I can see cycle above my head, letters have become my world. Words and the different combinations of order and structure has become my food for thought. Sleep has become a waste of time, dreams are fun to write about sure, but you can’t always remember them, and who can type the second they wake up? Even if I am dreaming when I write this, at least I can come back to it tomorrow and look at it; since it will be saved, etched in this vision for what shall be its existence. “Paper” is now only covering half of this page, there are other words taking it over. Words not usually used, like Yoda, or matrix, or feverish, cover “paper,” and yet the struggle is nowhere to be seen, the letters, whether on the page or not, exist in harmony because all they know is their structure and position with which I control and manipulate, and since they are always there and most don’t see them, they are happy to allow me to have my way with them, utilizing their true style and grace.

01/21/2004

Posted on 05/20/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/24/05 at 04:35 PM

jeffrey, sarah is right in her point yet, that to me is the essence of what you've written, i've had the very same feeling that the danged words just rain down on me and i'm driving home or going to bed at night and can't keep 'em captured...and they rain-down in globs just like you presented this poem...peace, chaz

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