Honorable mention of the English Forum poetry division.
A letter
Born into existence
Cascades into countless more with
Decadent dexterity.
Every sentence echoes a
Feeling.
Gladness. Boredom.
Heartbreak. Pain.
It’s sounds,
Just syllables put together, but people
Know what to call it.
Language.
Many small sounds meaning
Nothing by themselves, but
Opening up a whole thought when
Put together.
Quiet nothing broken by the
Recognizable
Something.
Tongue moving over,
Under, Navigating a
Vast, viable
Word
X-ray, crossing the space of silence.
Yes, all this just because of A to
Z.