Micropoetry: Language


It’s a mystery, how the mind leaps
from primitive sound
to intricate, webbed sentence,
catches the listening ear
with word on word torrents.

K. S. Moore


My 8 month old daughter is learning to talk.  She can say ‘dada’, ‘hug’, ‘good girl’ and ‘night-night’.  Watching and listening to her progress caused me to think about the journey from those early cries, shouts and babbles, into words, then sentences and eventually, true language with a far reaching power.  My thoughts inspired the above fragment of verse, which may be added to at some point.  For now, it captures a stage of my daughter’s development which becomes more miraculous every day.

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