Words have bodies that stretch our imagination. Their anatomy is fascinating. They describe the structure of thoughts, ideas, and feelings as they weave learning and knowledge with curiosity and questions, leaving loose strings of unaccomplished answers.
They jump, skip, swim, and float in our minds until something recalls them to order and most of the time they line up. Patterns and patterns of orderly words sound their rhythm and beat pausing at commas to take a breath and a rest at full stops.
In our minds they might behave differently lighting up adventures that love to stay snug in our imagination where the possible is apparently invisible but strongly felt and experienced. Words are silent and have no real shape but the one we give them We see their sounds and touch their scents tasting their delightful aroma. Words create blue skies and balmy weather; they engross our body of knowledge and slim our certainties as they soak up the warm sun of our imagination creating rainbows or creative explorations. They drench us with laughter, infuse the perfect cup of semantic tea and dress our ontological windowsill. They frame our reality and as we peer thought we notice that they are skylights, sliding windows, pivoting windows, shopwindows, bay windows or arrow slits, and shutters.
But the word weather forecast can bring severe adverse conditions. Hailstorms of demeaning adjectives, blustery verbs and an army of exclamation marks soak and spoil us until we open our umbrellas. At a click we find refuge. Words slide down and create puddles of tears or diamonds. Storms often surprise us and catch us unaware but if we carry a raincoat, umbrella and rubber boots we can face the adversity.
As we think, whisper, sing, shout, write, paint or dance our words someone will listen, see, and hold them for a second, a while or a lifetime.
Holly B.F. Warren 