Monday, March 26, 2012

Offered words

We think we offer out the words
as they appear to us,
to find that in receiving,
they've changed to something else.
These gatherings of letters,
we call communicate,
can mean so many different things,
to other minds and tastes.
And yet within the sharing,
we find a place to be,
where seeking most to understand,
I find the you in me.

1 comment:

  1. Words are tools to use carefully - it is so easy to convey the wrong meaning as your poem makes so clear. A lovely poem.