Be careful of words, <br />even the miraculous ones. <br />For the miraculous we do our best, <br />sometimes they swarm like insects <br />and leave not a sting but a kiss. <br />They can be as good as fingers. <br />They can be as trusty as the rock <br />you stick your bottom on. <br />But they can be both daisies and bruises. <br />Yet I am in love with words. <br />They are doves falling out of the ceiling. <br />They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap. <br />They are the trees, the legs of summer, <br />and the sun, its passionate face. <br />Yet often they fail me. <br />I have so much I want to say, <br />so many stories, images, proverbs, etc. <br />But the words aren't good enough, <br />the wrong ones kiss me. <br />Sometimes I fly like an eagle <br />but with the wings of a wren. <br />But I try to take care <br />and be gentle to them. <br />Words and eggs must be handled with care. <br />Once broken they are impossible <br />things to repair.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-251/
