Wednesday, April 1, 2020

The Sound of Words

The sound of words being made
Started out scratching quill to parchment.
Sharp tip scrapping ink into scrolls
Scratching out the scrawl of ideas,
The scent of poems, the essence of humanity.

Gutenberg, with a pull and a spin
Banged large plates together to sound out
Like a bell the equality of books.
Bringing news to all, sharing knowledge,
And bellowing thoughts of revolution.

The key of a typewriter strikes. Whap!
Slapping metal into ribbon on to the page.
Words tattle and rattle from aching fingers
Cachunking a carriage with a whiz after a bell.
Words soft and hard speak stories of life.

With a whir and a hum, the power excels,
A silver ball bounces and bangs along.
Words form quickly with the dance of thought.
And with a shift of white and a shuffle back,
Words disappear, to be resurrected more clear.

Now, the words wink with the soft clicking
As fingers tap through the digital glow.
Printers whisper quietly, paper hisses into trays.
Though the flow of energy is hushed and subdued,
The sound of making words still thunders on.

May 2002

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