The guttural grunts our ancestors made and heard
Became words,
And when we say or sing
Them we can feel the ancient vibrations
Of the things,
The emotions of humanity.

And now I'll speak for English.
Words like rush and push and hush
Have movement in their sound.
Yes even hush has a feel
That you have stopped
While everything else around
You moves quietly on.
And dawn and yawn and lawn
Stretch out across the horizon forever,
Especially if you're mowing one,
And itch and bitch and snitch and twitch
Cause an erethismatic glitch
In the part if the brain that senses irritation.
And words like wrist and fist widen our eyes to fear the strong arm gist
Of the heavy handed,
While words like honey,
Sweet as money,
Shine and drip like a sunny day,
While cares and dares we share
Tear away
And leave us bare
To truelove
For which there is no pair,
Or any true understanding.

-jenn