before words i shaped worlds

before words
i shaped worlds
behind my eyelids

framing stories
before i knew
there were tellers

there was an epic of ants
and whispered songs
of hummingbirds to butterflies
that needed translating

along with the cackling slapstick of chickens
bickering in their coop

all of it story, all of it mine
& spun in secret

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31 thoughts on “before words i shaped worlds

  1. I felt this, before I wrote stuff down and saw it on a page. Before I got into reading and realising stories weren’t only in my head, but everywhere, in every head. Lovely. X

  2. I can identify with that one – I always think words are the last thing you should add to a story. Allt he real work is done and fun is had before you get to them.

  3. So true, the storytelling before the storytelling, the audience, ourselves. The first active effort came from the prodding of my eldest, and believe me, when my grandson hits four years old or so, I’m going to plant a subliminal message his mom needs to make up a story at every bedtime. ;-)

    • Thanks, Bruce–they were funny as anything, and when I wrote that line–i said–wow, that even sounds as funny as it was–all those aaaaak sounds chickens make right in that line. Thanking my muse/chi for that one…

  4. I quite like this, Susan. The language of animals. The language of the world around you. Translated through a tremelous being. Finding vision and voice. I like how this makes me feel.

    • Oh, George, thank you! This is how I have always seen things. I think sometimes those of us who write always make up our own worlds/stories long before we commit anything to paper.

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